Jan 05, 2010 03:41
i want to kill myself. sometimes at least. the fear of never finding it again is beginning to overpower me. it's a pendulum swinging back and forth in the back of my head. although i can grab it and it becomes suspended, once i slip off, it just begins to swing again. it's a little crazy. i know. but for some reason, i can't let go. i want to, trust me, i do.
but what is the point of being on this planet if i've already missed my chance?
what is the point if that's the best it's going to get?
what is the point if i'm just going to keep swinging?
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can't let go.
i can not let go.
i can not let go.
i can not let go.
matt donato
matt donato
matt donato
fucking matt donato is weak.
FUCKING
Matt Donato is the weakest person you know. you just don't know.
you just don't know.
you just don't know.
you
just
don't
know.
you'll never ever know.
you really won't.
there's nothing for me here. just uselessness. just killing time.
i'm too big of a pussy to do it though. don't worry.
just killing time.