Decisions.
So I think I've made them. I think I'm going to go, 85% sure. This is a good job, and can lead to a lot of sucess in the future. I don't want some things, but.. it's so confusing. It feels like my heart and my soul are being ripped into two seperate halves, at times like I'm loosing my mind. Am I? There's no one to talk to, no one to listen, I look around and All i see is empty.
It's sad, what I've become. Used to I was a station of help, of advice, yet now at this moment I can help no one, for I myself can find none. Perhaps more angst later, perhaps not.
And yet, as I fall to sleep at night, I wonder if this one will be the night that the pycho comes. I mean, for the first time in my life, I think that I may very well die in this town. It's gone from a knife to a gun. It takes a lot less nerve to pull a trigger than it does to take a swing.
It's sad, what I've become. Used to I was a station of help, of advice, yet now at this moment I can help no one, for I myself can find none. Perhaps more angst later, perhaps not.
And yet, as I fall to sleep at night, I wonder if this one will be the night that the pycho comes. I mean, for the first time in my life, I think that I may very well die in this town. It's gone from a knife to a gun. It takes a lot less nerve to pull a trigger than it does to take a swing.