For one more chance, for one last dance...
I tried to write my sociology essay before, but soon found that I had stopped concentrating several minutes earlier and gave up.
The situation feels at the moment like it's constantly in a state of suspense. Something big and meaningfull is on the verge of happening, but only if I work things correctly. Things have to work out, if not, I don't know what will happen.
I hate being powerless, but equally, I hate being responsible for my own destiny. I'm scared and I have no confidence at all, I'm scared that I will mess it all up. Why is it constantly me who has to do all the running? The answer is because I'm the one who is the most desperate. Other people can love me or leave me, whereas with me, I'm crying out for love and to feel wanted.
What is it with people these days? If someone comes into your life and you know that they can make you happy then why not persue the dream? You don't just sit back and watch them walk away, you don't let them walk out of your life without as little as a backwards glance. You fight hell and high water to be with them. So WHY DO PEOPLE LAUGH AT AND MOCK ME?
The truth is, I could run around the streets hugging everybody as easily as I could run around and shoot them all and still feel this numb inside without love.
The situation feels at the moment like it's constantly in a state of suspense. Something big and meaningfull is on the verge of happening, but only if I work things correctly. Things have to work out, if not, I don't know what will happen.
I hate being powerless, but equally, I hate being responsible for my own destiny. I'm scared and I have no confidence at all, I'm scared that I will mess it all up. Why is it constantly me who has to do all the running? The answer is because I'm the one who is the most desperate. Other people can love me or leave me, whereas with me, I'm crying out for love and to feel wanted.
What is it with people these days? If someone comes into your life and you know that they can make you happy then why not persue the dream? You don't just sit back and watch them walk away, you don't let them walk out of your life without as little as a backwards glance. You fight hell and high water to be with them. So WHY DO PEOPLE LAUGH AT AND MOCK ME?
The truth is, I could run around the streets hugging everybody as easily as I could run around and shoot them all and still feel this numb inside without love.