Aug 17, 2004 01:24
When alone - when my mind starts to brew on itself...I feel like a joke of a generalization.
like the shit I put myself through is useless self-righteousness.
like I'm nothing but a mirror showing the black abyss of death I'm staring at (with a painted smile and a slipping mind to hide the "bad" in me).
I have never felt so happy in the morning and so fucking depressed the following night - about the same thing.
Oh, god...if you even exist...do me a great justice and let me know my end, so I have something to look forward to.
and just in case there is no god - i pray just one set of eyes and ears and lips would see me for who I am really am and not try to convince me I'm any better. anyhting to love me for the fuck I am.
Clementine, I think I've found you.