Membership: Terminated
My star sign says that I'll have to time to patch up things I said but didn't really mean. Fuck that, I'm saying it anyway. There is no time left for patching up. It's over.
"And it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel, was just a freight train coming your way.
You think you've surrounded yourself with people who care, with people who support you. Then reality kicks in and you're pushed down into the dirt. Another kick in the gut just for good measure, just to make sure you're really feeling fucked.
I'm so tired of realising this shit, and I'm so tired of being elevated to a state where I FEEL (whether it's true or not) okay. Where I feel like I'm cared about, where I feel like life isn't as shit as it seems. It only seems that way, because it's true.
What is life, but a series of vicious cycles of aggrivation, pain, hatred and sadness? Without those, life is nothing.
Sure, there are times in one's life where things are just beautiful. They don't last long. It's usually just a sunset, or a melody. The sun then sets and the melody fades and you're left with nothing.
I need and I want to get away from everything. From everyone. From all things that I do not wish to be near.
School's tomorrow, how grand. Managing with the dull routine will just further add to my growing insanity.
Becoming a recluse sounds like a great option.
I'm just so tired of being here
"And it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel, was just a freight train coming your way.
You think you've surrounded yourself with people who care, with people who support you. Then reality kicks in and you're pushed down into the dirt. Another kick in the gut just for good measure, just to make sure you're really feeling fucked.
I'm so tired of realising this shit, and I'm so tired of being elevated to a state where I FEEL (whether it's true or not) okay. Where I feel like I'm cared about, where I feel like life isn't as shit as it seems. It only seems that way, because it's true.
What is life, but a series of vicious cycles of aggrivation, pain, hatred and sadness? Without those, life is nothing.
Sure, there are times in one's life where things are just beautiful. They don't last long. It's usually just a sunset, or a melody. The sun then sets and the melody fades and you're left with nothing.
I need and I want to get away from everything. From everyone. From all things that I do not wish to be near.
School's tomorrow, how grand. Managing with the dull routine will just further add to my growing insanity.
Becoming a recluse sounds like a great option.
I'm just so tired of being here