Let that rhythm get into you.
This song is very relaxing. It helps me. It makes me want to put my thoughts accross. Thoughts that I've never told anyone except one person.
I'll be telling you... vaugely. I think I'll start out with the most vapid and work my way to serious. That sounds good.
een- Tomorrow I'm going to ask my mom for money and the car keys and buy hair dye. Pink hairdye. I doubt I'll get either, but thats tomorrow.
twee- I think of kurt as a brother. He's just like my real brother except less busy, which means he pays me more attention. I like that.
drie- I'm going to start therapy again. When I can pay for it.
vier- Sometimes I wonder when I'm going to start feeling like a charity case and then I become thankful that my friends can help me and love me without making me feel like one. I'm too sheilded to say this in a sincere way, but I do love my friends.
vijf- With therapy comes risperdal. With risperdal comes slow thoughts. Thoughts that I can pin down. Thoughts that can stay long enough to pin me down. Thoughts that will actually be able to consume me. Inside-out death. All this so I can stop hearing things.
zez- I'm willingly walking into a trap. I know the consequences but still. I don't feel free enough to share details. I probably never will. I don't know what it is with me. I don't know why I'm so goddamn retarded.
Like usual I didn't even go from mundane to important. I just went. All this is fucking me up. I can't design. Thats very bad. I'm tired of this shit. I want out.
I don't want a phone call. I don't want to be told that I'm loved. I want out.
Out out out. I'm almost done, I'm almost out.
I'll be telling you... vaugely. I think I'll start out with the most vapid and work my way to serious. That sounds good.
een- Tomorrow I'm going to ask my mom for money and the car keys and buy hair dye. Pink hairdye. I doubt I'll get either, but thats tomorrow.
twee- I think of kurt as a brother. He's just like my real brother except less busy, which means he pays me more attention. I like that.
drie- I'm going to start therapy again. When I can pay for it.
vier- Sometimes I wonder when I'm going to start feeling like a charity case and then I become thankful that my friends can help me and love me without making me feel like one. I'm too sheilded to say this in a sincere way, but I do love my friends.
vijf- With therapy comes risperdal. With risperdal comes slow thoughts. Thoughts that I can pin down. Thoughts that can stay long enough to pin me down. Thoughts that will actually be able to consume me. Inside-out death. All this so I can stop hearing things.
zez- I'm willingly walking into a trap. I know the consequences but still. I don't feel free enough to share details. I probably never will. I don't know what it is with me. I don't know why I'm so goddamn retarded.
Like usual I didn't even go from mundane to important. I just went. All this is fucking me up. I can't design. Thats very bad. I'm tired of this shit. I want out.
I don't want a phone call. I don't want to be told that I'm loved. I want out.
Out out out. I'm almost done, I'm almost out.