Chaos
I feel so... screwed up I'm physically ill. I'm so goddamn frustrated I can't explain. My head feels like it's about to explode and my gut isn't sure if I'm gonna be sick or twist itself into a pretzel.
I feel like such a moron. I just don't know what to say. I'm such a mess it's driving me insane. I'm sick of feeling pitied. Yet here I complain, b/c I don't know what else to do. I don't think words do much good. But everything I try... fruitless efforts.
God, I don't know what's wrong. I can't even explain. I have so many emotions pent up inside me... rage, frustration, disgust, fear, anger. I'm no man. I don't know what I am.
I'm either scared or just flat out averse to sex. I'm terrified of most people. I'm so confused half the time and the other half of the time I'm just completely oblivious. I'm trying to change. I want a cookie for my efforts dammit!
If some girl smacked you in the head and screwed up your ear, wouldn't you be pissed? But I don't know how to react. I'm scared and confused and frustrated, and tired of being so.
I want to get out of here.
Finish your work in me or take me away.
What a wreck.
I don't want to confess I feel this way, b/c that just gets it out in the open. Keeping it bottled up is a little better. I might still end up a burning twisted mess of metal and blood, but that flickering candle inside me won't go out. B/c dammit, I won't let it.
I feel like such a moron. I just don't know what to say. I'm such a mess it's driving me insane. I'm sick of feeling pitied. Yet here I complain, b/c I don't know what else to do. I don't think words do much good. But everything I try... fruitless efforts.
God, I don't know what's wrong. I can't even explain. I have so many emotions pent up inside me... rage, frustration, disgust, fear, anger. I'm no man. I don't know what I am.
I'm either scared or just flat out averse to sex. I'm terrified of most people. I'm so confused half the time and the other half of the time I'm just completely oblivious. I'm trying to change. I want a cookie for my efforts dammit!
If some girl smacked you in the head and screwed up your ear, wouldn't you be pissed? But I don't know how to react. I'm scared and confused and frustrated, and tired of being so.
I want to get out of here.
Finish your work in me or take me away.
What a wreck.
I don't want to confess I feel this way, b/c that just gets it out in the open. Keeping it bottled up is a little better. I might still end up a burning twisted mess of metal and blood, but that flickering candle inside me won't go out. B/c dammit, I won't let it.