Things get more weird every day.
Right before i go to sleep, i sit and think, and i always have the right things to say to him. and by right i mean the worst. what i really want to say. what i really feel. what i really meant to say. what i tell myself i will say next time. next time i will. but i never do. it's always "ok" and "uh-huh" and i go to my room. and sit and think about what i meant by those ok's and uh-huh's. if only i would have said it. or done it. but he's stronger than me, yah know? and no, words don't hurt a bit. that much is true.
And. i think i'm crazy. and i hate the dark. and i really hate driving in the dark. i always see things in my back seat. or the road closing in on me. or a person hanged on a fence post. or someone following me. or..well, just all kinds of shit. i could take the stuff my mom takes.for depression. paronia. whatever it's all for. but then i'll be all ill and spaced out.
fuck.
And. i think i'm crazy. and i hate the dark. and i really hate driving in the dark. i always see things in my back seat. or the road closing in on me. or a person hanged on a fence post. or someone following me. or..well, just all kinds of shit. i could take the stuff my mom takes.for depression. paronia. whatever it's all for. but then i'll be all ill and spaced out.
fuck.