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so i'm waiting for it to change.
to like it. to care again.
because, i guess, i'm so numb... that i could really and truly give a shit less.
*shrugs*
guess that's the way it's gonna be.
erin is reading lyrics... and looking at pictures...
heather is probably off somewhere with sam, oh no, wait-- she works tonight.
suddenly i'm wanting some huddle house coffee... she and eva...
hummmm...
wasting away...
time won't give me time...
all just waves of thought...
nothing quite worthy of keeping...
you know they'll just say you're crazy.
that's what they always do.
blame it on your sanity, or, lack of... and then run.
fuck them. fuck all of them.
everyone is lonely.
and you'll be lonely forever... because you're too god damned selfish to stoop down to anyone's level and let them care for you.
no. you tell me. what's it like, really, to hurt?
have that blood trickle down your wrists and just pray that it's enough...
experiencing your bodys jump... and then listen as your mind begs the ground to break you.
it's amazing isn't it?
how many different ways you can find to totally mutilate what's inside you when you're hurting, when you're REALLY hurting.
no one is a wuss then.
nothing is scary.
there is no right or wrong.
just. an. escape.
you are my escape.
and, i'll kiss you. when you get sick of the fall.
fuck you.
and fuck this place.
to like it. to care again.
because, i guess, i'm so numb... that i could really and truly give a shit less.
*shrugs*
guess that's the way it's gonna be.
erin is reading lyrics... and looking at pictures...
heather is probably off somewhere with sam, oh no, wait-- she works tonight.
suddenly i'm wanting some huddle house coffee... she and eva...
hummmm...
wasting away...
time won't give me time...
all just waves of thought...
nothing quite worthy of keeping...
you know they'll just say you're crazy.
that's what they always do.
blame it on your sanity, or, lack of... and then run.
fuck them. fuck all of them.
everyone is lonely.
and you'll be lonely forever... because you're too god damned selfish to stoop down to anyone's level and let them care for you.
no. you tell me. what's it like, really, to hurt?
have that blood trickle down your wrists and just pray that it's enough...
experiencing your bodys jump... and then listen as your mind begs the ground to break you.
it's amazing isn't it?
how many different ways you can find to totally mutilate what's inside you when you're hurting, when you're REALLY hurting.
no one is a wuss then.
nothing is scary.
there is no right or wrong.
just. an. escape.
you are my escape.
and, i'll kiss you. when you get sick of the fall.
fuck you.
and fuck this place.