Jul 16, 2005 14:44
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the weather is copying me.
i just woke up. 9 - 2:30.
and i still can't get my bearings straight.
i feel sick.
everything about me is fucked up.
right now i want to be normal more then ever before.
i want to learn ways to not feel.
god. i'm such a loser.
i should close my mouth.
you don't need more noise in your life.
this is how i feel.
When you were here before,
I couldn't look you in the eyes.
You're just like an angel.
Your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather.
In a beautiful world.
I wish I was special.
You're so fucking special.
But I'm a creep.
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.
I don't care if it hurts.
I wanna have control.
I want a perfect body.
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice.
When I'm not around.
You're so fucking special.
I wish I was special.
Ray