Concurrence
Yes, the subject is a reference to Final Fantasy XII.
I am succombing to my inner self. Slowly, I am just fumbling towards extinction. The only thing that makes me feel whole is, predictably, music. Nothing else fills me. The only thing that brings a smile to my face is the suffering and downfall of others.
I am heading back to my demons. The things that, upon leaving behind, I thought made me a better, stronger person. But, that isn't the case. Despite how vulnerable I feel, I feel unstoppable. Like nothing could undo the hatred in me that I really feel for just about everything.
I am becoming a hermit, sitting in the dark, by myself, constantly. Sometimes I leave to hang out with Jeff. Sometimes I go to Colin and Korin's room. Mostly, it is just me and my iPod, though.
Maybe I shouldn't feel lonely to the point that I just want to die so that my loneliness stops. Maybe I'm partly to blame for being alone. Maybe I'm one of the people meant to fly free my entire life.
But, I don't want that. I just long for someone to want me. Actually want me. I don't want to always be on the end where I'm the one giving all the love. I want to be truly desirable. I hate my looks.
I hate myself most of all.
I am succombing to my inner self. Slowly, I am just fumbling towards extinction. The only thing that makes me feel whole is, predictably, music. Nothing else fills me. The only thing that brings a smile to my face is the suffering and downfall of others.
I am heading back to my demons. The things that, upon leaving behind, I thought made me a better, stronger person. But, that isn't the case. Despite how vulnerable I feel, I feel unstoppable. Like nothing could undo the hatred in me that I really feel for just about everything.
I am becoming a hermit, sitting in the dark, by myself, constantly. Sometimes I leave to hang out with Jeff. Sometimes I go to Colin and Korin's room. Mostly, it is just me and my iPod, though.
Maybe I shouldn't feel lonely to the point that I just want to die so that my loneliness stops. Maybe I'm partly to blame for being alone. Maybe I'm one of the people meant to fly free my entire life.
But, I don't want that. I just long for someone to want me. Actually want me. I don't want to always be on the end where I'm the one giving all the love. I want to be truly desirable. I hate my looks.
I hate myself most of all.