My head.... swimming.
I'm tired.
I've been tired for a while.
I'm tired of a lot of things.
Most of these things cannot be changed.
And the things I'm tired about... I am excited about them as well.
The only thing that I'm not excited about anymore is where I am, both in life and in location.
I don't work, but I still need a fucking vacation.
Do I really want to go to school? Why? To learn? Or is there another reason?
Where am I really with my friends? What am I to them? What are they to me?
Why am I so lonely? Do I really need love so bad? Why can't I let go of what is impossible?
Why did they cancel "Dead Like Me?"
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do?
Who am I?
Okay, everything above? Yeah, that's running through my head ALL THE TIME. So, whenever you see me kinda depressed and stuff, that's why. Because I don't know. And I don't know if I ever will.
The one thing I could really use right now... I can't have. I don't know if it's by my choice, or the world's. I think it's mine. But you know what? Fuck it. Now, at 2 AM, this is not the time to analyze what to do. It's time for sleep.
Good night.
I've been tired for a while.
I'm tired of a lot of things.
Most of these things cannot be changed.
And the things I'm tired about... I am excited about them as well.
The only thing that I'm not excited about anymore is where I am, both in life and in location.
I don't work, but I still need a fucking vacation.
Do I really want to go to school? Why? To learn? Or is there another reason?
Where am I really with my friends? What am I to them? What are they to me?
Why am I so lonely? Do I really need love so bad? Why can't I let go of what is impossible?
Why did they cancel "Dead Like Me?"
What am I going to do?
What am I going to do?
Who am I?
Okay, everything above? Yeah, that's running through my head ALL THE TIME. So, whenever you see me kinda depressed and stuff, that's why. Because I don't know. And I don't know if I ever will.
The one thing I could really use right now... I can't have. I don't know if it's by my choice, or the world's. I think it's mine. But you know what? Fuck it. Now, at 2 AM, this is not the time to analyze what to do. It's time for sleep.
Good night.