We've lived this life and now we have to face our pasts..
Behind every person there's a story. Its weird if just listen to a
person they're like books, just crack the surface and they can be
read. I've been wondering for the longest time why people do some
of the things they do...And I've figured it out. Its all out of
fear. We're like animals that are backed into a corner; we lash
out and strike anyone in the close vacinity. I look back on
things and I think back to all the times I've been scratched and my
inside have been left to flow out onto the floor.
My brain isnt
working right now, my thoughts are all jumbled and I dont know what I'm
saying, or what I'm thinking. I feel really tired yet I cant get
any sleep. I think I'm gonna go drug myself.