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A second ago I was feeling just fine. Now I feel like I'm out of my motherfucking mind. Like I'm not of their kind. Like my soul is blind. All I ever wanted to fucking do was shine. Now I feel as if I'm lying to myself.
I'm not the only one whose gone crazy from L*O*V*E* and the feeling that everyone's sharing it with everyone else but me. You feel the same way, I know. I know that people have worse than I do. I don't fucking care. I'm looking out for myself from now on, until my L*O*V*E* emerges from the (seemingly) endless crowds of faces and personalities floating through the air. Fuck everyone else. I swear to "God", if I get just one pity comment from any one of you, I'm never talking to you again. Stop trying to make me feel better. I don't know if I mean that or not. My mind's eye sees a bullet and a gun and my brain. Now it sees my brain in pieces all over my kitchen and all the people I might hurt by looking out for myself. This world holds no place for me. (Tim has it worse than me.) Nothing left to do but beat the shit out of something until I break my hands and obliterate the bones in my hands until they resemble shards of glass. Then try to pick up a belt to hang myself with. Please fucking help me.
Somebody. Please find me before I do.
Peace (is for pussies)
-bRyAn('s dead)
I'm not the only one whose gone crazy from L*O*V*E* and the feeling that everyone's sharing it with everyone else but me. You feel the same way, I know. I know that people have worse than I do. I don't fucking care. I'm looking out for myself from now on, until my L*O*V*E* emerges from the (seemingly) endless crowds of faces and personalities floating through the air. Fuck everyone else. I swear to "God", if I get just one pity comment from any one of you, I'm never talking to you again. Stop trying to make me feel better. I don't know if I mean that or not. My mind's eye sees a bullet and a gun and my brain. Now it sees my brain in pieces all over my kitchen and all the people I might hurt by looking out for myself. This world holds no place for me. (Tim has it worse than me.) Nothing left to do but beat the shit out of something until I break my hands and obliterate the bones in my hands until they resemble shards of glass. Then try to pick up a belt to hang myself with. Please fucking help me.
Somebody. Please find me before I do.
Peace (is for pussies)
-bRyAn('s dead)