Everything's a game to you (insert two words) isn't it?
It's all too real.
And not near good enough.
Help me out of here.
Sorry to sound selfish.
This week's going to be busy and fun.
I have so much Christmas clothing to wear, I should share this wealth.
There are some things I just don't like. There are some people I just don't like. But it's NOBODY who would EVER read this, so don't worry. (Not that anyone cares if like them or not. I'm not important enough for that.)
That said, there are some unions of peoples I just don't like. In any case, I revoke my opinions. I don't know you. I don't care to.
I had a dream last night that was dating somebody, and I don't remember who it was, but dude, he was great. And then I woke up. But I was still happy because it felt real. Too bad feelings aren't always as real as we give them credit for.
I'm not smart enough. If I was smart, I would know what to do. But I'm clueless. And helpless. And I feel really stupid and talentless.
I know I say things you don't understand. I say things I don't understand. And I say things that I feel, if elaborated on, I would be embarassed about; so I don't. One day I'll look back and not have a clue what I was talking about. Until then...
I miss you. I don't even know you. I hate this. I hate myself like this. When is life going to start living up to its name already?
So what if you never know, it doesn't make it stop being true.
You genius, you.
I have a hunch (make that a wish) that you'll find out one day.
I'm such a crazy person. Get inside this messed up head and you'll see. It's absurd how often I find myself lost in this place that is so very familiar.
Prayer.
And not near good enough.
Help me out of here.
Sorry to sound selfish.
This week's going to be busy and fun.
I have so much Christmas clothing to wear, I should share this wealth.
There are some things I just don't like. There are some people I just don't like. But it's NOBODY who would EVER read this, so don't worry. (Not that anyone cares if like them or not. I'm not important enough for that.)
That said, there are some unions of peoples I just don't like. In any case, I revoke my opinions. I don't know you. I don't care to.
I had a dream last night that was dating somebody, and I don't remember who it was, but dude, he was great. And then I woke up. But I was still happy because it felt real. Too bad feelings aren't always as real as we give them credit for.
I'm not smart enough. If I was smart, I would know what to do. But I'm clueless. And helpless. And I feel really stupid and talentless.
I know I say things you don't understand. I say things I don't understand. And I say things that I feel, if elaborated on, I would be embarassed about; so I don't. One day I'll look back and not have a clue what I was talking about. Until then...
I miss you. I don't even know you. I hate this. I hate myself like this. When is life going to start living up to its name already?
So what if you never know, it doesn't make it stop being true.
You genius, you.
I have a hunch (make that a wish) that you'll find out one day.
I'm such a crazy person. Get inside this messed up head and you'll see. It's absurd how often I find myself lost in this place that is so very familiar.
Prayer.