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It's one of those nights...the kind that hurts your skeleton because you're tired of carrying your worries. The kind where the air is sort of steamy and you're warm, but want more clothes to hide you from everybody's mechanical stares. I'm in the dark with plenty of people to talk to, but nothing to say...am I really the nightmare I project? Am I everybody's worst heartbreak...that feeling they have in their guts that says runsofastsofar but they are afraid of my reaction. I feel like I keep trying to jump but even gravity deserted me-I can't even fall! I thought so long about covering myself with scissorbites and wondered why I am getting so attached to these idealistic views, the thought that someday maybe I won't wake up wishing so hard that I was someplace else. Sometimes I worry about how things are going to be in the end, then I remember I don't even know if I'll make it there.
I think that these empty jumbled thoughts are the things that people semi-skim and think in their sing-song heads: thatgirlissocrazyshe'snotquitelikeusandwe'regladwe'renotlikeher and I just have to shake my head a little and say i don't blame you.
i make such a good statistic someone should study me now somebody's gotta be interested in how i feel just 'cause i'm here and i'm real and oh how i miss substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss...
I think that these empty jumbled thoughts are the things that people semi-skim and think in their sing-song heads: thatgirlissocrazyshe'snotquitelikeusandwe'regladwe'renotlikeher and I just have to shake my head a little and say i don't blame you.
i make such a good statistic someone should study me now somebody's gotta be interested in how i feel just 'cause i'm here and i'm real and oh how i miss substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss...