Short Stories With Tragic Endings
Hey your glass is empty
it's a hell of a long way home
why don't you let me take you?
It's no good to go alone
A lot of things have been getting to me lately
like little things.
I mean, I've always been the one to hold stuff inside
and pretend like I'm a "strong" person
but I know that I'm not.
And I dunno I guess everything that I'm hold ing
is just starting to come out.
Ugh.
It's confusing
it really is.
I don't really enjoy school as much as I used to.
I can't wait until this week is over.
Hopefully next week will be better.
Thursday is feild day
haven't decided if I'm going
Friday no school. Three day weekend.
Rather happy about that.
=/.
I'm not taking my own advice.
I tell people what I would do in certain situations
but I never follow what I say.
I think I'm just going to
let everything go
and just try to get by.
Seems easier.
=/
I put your picture away
sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lying
next to her
I just called to say I love you
come back home