I find it kinda funny;
"I find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad; The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had." the best quote right now.
Everything seems kinda dark. It sounds so emo to say - but just look out, it's a grey tone of blah.
My arm started to spaz again. I hate it. I'm thinking of going to the piercer monday and ask him to take all the dermals out. I'm so not into this shit any more.
This week I have been spazzing around with people. but still I feel so alone. I don't know if you know the feeling - they are there, but not really - and you pretend to be something, that you most deffinetly not are.
And all this time - the world is just fucked. People die. People lie, lie to them selves and others.
I lie to myself. Trying to deny something, I just don't wanna admit.
I can't admit it to myself, or to others. And all of a sudden, I write it here - of all places - ofcourse the place where no one comes to read it.
I have a major stomac ache right now.
I find myself denying all the thoughts in my head. I can't bear with them, but I can't get rid of them. I feel helplessly caught up in my own fucked up head.
I don't want to think, why can't I stop? It won't leave me alone.
Arg. - just, don't mind me; please.
Everything seems kinda dark. It sounds so emo to say - but just look out, it's a grey tone of blah.
My arm started to spaz again. I hate it. I'm thinking of going to the piercer monday and ask him to take all the dermals out. I'm so not into this shit any more.
This week I have been spazzing around with people. but still I feel so alone. I don't know if you know the feeling - they are there, but not really - and you pretend to be something, that you most deffinetly not are.
And all this time - the world is just fucked. People die. People lie, lie to them selves and others.
I lie to myself. Trying to deny something, I just don't wanna admit.
I can't admit it to myself, or to others. And all of a sudden, I write it here - of all places - ofcourse the place where no one comes to read it.
I have a major stomac ache right now.
I find myself denying all the thoughts in my head. I can't bear with them, but I can't get rid of them. I feel helplessly caught up in my own fucked up head.
I don't want to think, why can't I stop? It won't leave me alone.
Arg. - just, don't mind me; please.