These tears go uncired for no reason at all.
Am I just being whiny? Or do I not have a clue what's going on to me. Don't start, I'll not let you channel me today. Yeah, unless you know, ignore that.
Why are so many things so hard for me to cope with. Why can't I just give up on people. It sounds wrong to me when I write that, that's why. My heart grows heavy when I think I should. Why do I want to keep friends? Am I really trying to be a good friend, or am i just so fucking greedy because I need them. I'd like to say I don't, but when you spend years sharing everything with someone, I don't want to give it up over nothing I know.
iTunes <3s Martin right now.
Every time I try to talk to anyone I feel like I'm fucking up more. I probably am. I'm trying to do things I'm beginning to doubt I can. I'm doubting myself, that's bad. I'm blaming others, that's worse. I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore. I'm questioning why I haven't done something I've mentioned I fear will become of me yet. Perhaps I'm unwelcome there too.
Sorry to bring you all down.
If you care that is.
Goodnight.
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In time, we all become the same dust.
Why are so many things so hard for me to cope with. Why can't I just give up on people. It sounds wrong to me when I write that, that's why. My heart grows heavy when I think I should. Why do I want to keep friends? Am I really trying to be a good friend, or am i just so fucking greedy because I need them. I'd like to say I don't, but when you spend years sharing everything with someone, I don't want to give it up over nothing I know.
iTunes <3s Martin right now.
Every time I try to talk to anyone I feel like I'm fucking up more. I probably am. I'm trying to do things I'm beginning to doubt I can. I'm doubting myself, that's bad. I'm blaming others, that's worse. I don't even know what's wrong with me anymore. I'm questioning why I haven't done something I've mentioned I fear will become of me yet. Perhaps I'm unwelcome there too.
Sorry to bring you all down.
If you care that is.
Goodnight.
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In time, we all become the same dust.