A Note From the Fucked Up.....
Why is it that when you need something the most it's never there? It just solidifies my doubts about the subject. I don't know what to make of it. I can't rid it from my life, nor do I want to, but I can't control others. I'd rather cut ties than cope with this emotional distance. I need to talk this out but it would be completely pointless. I've said it over and over again.
If no one's listening why bother to open your mouth? I do that too much as it is. I wonder how tomorrow will go? Feeling hopelessly lonely. I wish Cindy would've never came down, maybe I wouldn't've been able to write this, which would've been just as well. Never going anywhere, anyway. So don't give me that "God has big, big plans for you!" bullshit. I don't give a fuck.
You know you're fucked up when you can't cry for more than 10 seconds even though the pain threatens to rip you to pieces.
P.S.-At Melrose Institute in St. Louis Park, MN
If no one's listening why bother to open your mouth? I do that too much as it is. I wonder how tomorrow will go? Feeling hopelessly lonely. I wish Cindy would've never came down, maybe I wouldn't've been able to write this, which would've been just as well. Never going anywhere, anyway. So don't give me that "God has big, big plans for you!" bullshit. I don't give a fuck.
You know you're fucked up when you can't cry for more than 10 seconds even though the pain threatens to rip you to pieces.
P.S.-At Melrose Institute in St. Louis Park, MN