Rambling 13.0?
Where would I be without you? I need you in my life. You've made me who I am today. I've never told you. I never thought I needed to. You know this. At least. I hope you do. My best friend. No matter how many miles seperate. Or how many years. I'll be here. Cherry st. When I go, I'll still be here. You'd never know. I'm the kind of person who just up and leaves. With no warning. But don't worry. I'll tell you. Only you. 'You are my oldest friend, I've known you for many years. Now your bailin', leavin' me here in the lurch. I might not show it but inside it really hurts!'
You say I don't make sense. No one makes sense, my dear. It's all part of the fun of this world. Trying to understand gives us something to do. Our raison d'etre. I try to understand. And I get lost. Lost in the seas of human emotion. I can't do it. Crowds. It kills me. Makes me shake. A tidal wave of emotions. Crashing to despair. Lost. Hopeless. Scared. Anger. Courses through the body. Adrenaline. Causes people to say things. That they don't mean. Anger. I'm sorry. For anyone I've ever hurt. I'm sorry. My anger gets the better of me some times. Makes words spew from my mouth like people from a crowded train. Disorganised. Some lost. Confused. Others knowing exactly where they're going. What they're doing. Confident.
I'm a horrible person. I lie. I always lie. He's my friend. But I lied to him. It was easier that way. I'm sorry.
He says I'm not helping my case. He says I'm making it worse. Maybe I am. But I can't help myself. It seems best for me right now. I'm enjoying myself. In a way. It doesn't make sense. I know this. I can't explain. I used to be able to. Once upon a time.
You say I don't make sense. No one makes sense, my dear. It's all part of the fun of this world. Trying to understand gives us something to do. Our raison d'etre. I try to understand. And I get lost. Lost in the seas of human emotion. I can't do it. Crowds. It kills me. Makes me shake. A tidal wave of emotions. Crashing to despair. Lost. Hopeless. Scared. Anger. Courses through the body. Adrenaline. Causes people to say things. That they don't mean. Anger. I'm sorry. For anyone I've ever hurt. I'm sorry. My anger gets the better of me some times. Makes words spew from my mouth like people from a crowded train. Disorganised. Some lost. Confused. Others knowing exactly where they're going. What they're doing. Confident.
I'm a horrible person. I lie. I always lie. He's my friend. But I lied to him. It was easier that way. I'm sorry.
He says I'm not helping my case. He says I'm making it worse. Maybe I am. But I can't help myself. It seems best for me right now. I'm enjoying myself. In a way. It doesn't make sense. I know this. I can't explain. I used to be able to. Once upon a time.