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Staring out into the night...trying to hide the pain.
My depression rears its ugly head again tonight, keeping my head from the pillow, and my mind from lovely dreams of girls and sheets and nothing else that needs mentioning.
I'm going to the place where love and feeling good don't ever cost a thing...and the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I wish that were true....I feel so alone and lost out here. I don't even know what I'm doing. Or what I want. All the people that I counted on to be my beacons seem lost in the sea of uncertainty...and someone forgot to change the bulb on the goddamn search light again.
The miles are getting longer it seems....the closer I get to you.
Everyone I care about is so far away. I know no one here, and I can't bring myself to care. A girl came up to me the other day and asked my what I was so angry about, and I had no idea what she was talking about. Empath much? My temper has been growing by leaps and bounds and I barely even realize it.
What the hell do I have to be so angry at?
And I don't know why...you always seem to give me another try...
What the hell do you expect? For that matter, what do *I* expect?
For serious, screw deep, meaningful, depressed LiveJournal posts. Just because I feel like shit doesn't mean the rest of you need to feel the same way. And so, may I present:
My depression rears its ugly head again tonight, keeping my head from the pillow, and my mind from lovely dreams of girls and sheets and nothing else that needs mentioning.
I'm going to the place where love and feeling good don't ever cost a thing...and the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
I wish that were true....I feel so alone and lost out here. I don't even know what I'm doing. Or what I want. All the people that I counted on to be my beacons seem lost in the sea of uncertainty...and someone forgot to change the bulb on the goddamn search light again.
The miles are getting longer it seems....the closer I get to you.
Everyone I care about is so far away. I know no one here, and I can't bring myself to care. A girl came up to me the other day and asked my what I was so angry about, and I had no idea what she was talking about. Empath much? My temper has been growing by leaps and bounds and I barely even realize it.
What the hell do I have to be so angry at?
And I don't know why...you always seem to give me another try...
What the hell do you expect? For that matter, what do *I* expect?
For serious, screw deep, meaningful, depressed LiveJournal posts. Just because I feel like shit doesn't mean the rest of you need to feel the same way. And so, may I present: