Jan 17, 2006 23:02
I'm feeling so detached lately. I don't talk to people; people don't talk to me. Do I even fucking matter? Is Meg still existant, or is she just a figment of imagination? I don't know. I've been pretty down lately. Every high has it's low. I wish it didn't.
Old friends. New friends. Back stabbing and all the catty lies. I'm tired of it. Things can't just be simple like they used to. I can't be no one. Because I'm Meg. The girl you want me to be. So go ahead, mold me. You know you want to. I'm ready for it. Give me all you've got.
My life has been stolen from me in fragments. It's been so slight, I barely notice it. But tonight I did. Sitting there with him, I noticed it. I've been worrying and I'm losing my life. I think I'm helping but really I'm getting in deeper. I don't know. It's all just shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He completes me. I need him as a friend again. Best friend. The one that made me dance. Originally. Not the new best friend. That makes me quiver. The old best friend. I miss him.
I grew up with him, in a sense. And now he's growing with me. Oh, the story. I wish I could tell it. Everything has just spiralled out of control. I want my life back. How it used to be.
Simple. Fun. Innocent. Qaulity.
I miss when my life was worth living.