Apr 04, 2006 21:41
Yeah, about that inability to feel, it isn't getting much better. I'm NUMB. Even the Lithium isn't helping. I'm afraid there's something in my subconscious that, you know, is bringing me down. I also seem to be branching my problems out and making them worse, and what's worse is...
I am sick of telling you in a Journal.
But I don't have anyone to call anymore. I can't call Steve, he gets annoyed. Jessi hates hearing me. I can't call Britney, period. Marilee has no phone.
Everybody I once leaned on has raped me of dependance. I'm pretty much on my own at this point, and this is the peak of my downfall, I'm guess.
I don't picture me grown up. I feel death. I feel an inunderstanding between me and life. I will die young. I don't know if I will do it, or if there's something else at work.
My new favorite quote is
"The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up."
Very very true.
There is something I am missing, and I can't find it anywhere.
It's not music. It's not material. Doesn't seem to be a person.
So I'm sitting here, looking for something more, and listening to the album that I first listened to when I died.
Maybe I'll wake up in another existance and not know about it. A Dark City kind of thing.
Arson isn't legal.
And I'm going to go burn myself down.
Goodnight!