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right now, i feel as if im that one piece of hair, that never quite goes where you want it to go.
i feel like that sweater in the back of your closet that you never seem to touch.
i feel as if im the only sane one in a mental instatution.
or maybe i am the mental one, and everyone around me is sane?
why do i make such high expections, such high goals, such, such specatular dreams for myself?
i have a hard time fufilling one, and i just make up another.
maybe i should become a pathelogical liar, and just lie to myself all the time.
i'd be happy then.
why do i feel like im losing friends ...
why don't i care.
why do i want to just say fuck it, fuck everything and start over.
why do i cry over things in the past.
why do i wish i had someone to talk to when, in all reality .. i don't talk about my problems at all.
why do girls insist on talking about one another.
why do they insist about talking about the kindest person you know RIGHT in front of you.
I don't know whats wrong, so please don't ask. I've told everyone this ... MICHIGAN IS EATING MY SOUL.
im like ... one of those birds, that had a broken wing and you took care of, but YOU are a SELFISH bastard and wont FUCKING let me free. YOU WATCH ME IN A FUCKING CAGE 24/7 and give me a FUCKING name like petey.
why everytime i try to talk to someone, my throat closes up and the only sound i make is a gasp?
i don't have a bestfriend. no, take that back. my bestfriend lives FAR away. FAR FAR FUCKING FAR AWAY. YES i FUCKING said it. and dont give me that shit " LMAO SHE LIVES SOOO FAR AWAY " BECAUSE FRANKLY, you are JEALOUS THAT I FUCKING FOUND SOMEONE BETTER THAN YOU THAT I CAN TALK TO REGARDLESS OF THE SITUATION.
the same with someone i love, FUCK YOU, HES MILES AWAY. I DONT FUCKING CARE. FUCK FUCK. GET FUCKING OVER IT.
ITS NOT YOUR FUCKING LIFE
jealousy .. im telling you.
im going to have the biggest smile on my face when 2008 comes,
are you guys going to be happy for me??
or are you going to continue to laugh?
im going to travel, everywhere. and even if none of my goals come true, even if me and maya and greg dont become the bestest of friends... i wont be in michigan
AND I WONT HAVE TO SEE ANY OF YOUR FUCKING FACES AGAIN...
2 ½ more years..
i feel like that sweater in the back of your closet that you never seem to touch.
i feel as if im the only sane one in a mental instatution.
or maybe i am the mental one, and everyone around me is sane?
why do i make such high expections, such high goals, such, such specatular dreams for myself?
i have a hard time fufilling one, and i just make up another.
maybe i should become a pathelogical liar, and just lie to myself all the time.
i'd be happy then.
why do i feel like im losing friends ...
why don't i care.
why do i want to just say fuck it, fuck everything and start over.
why do i cry over things in the past.
why do i wish i had someone to talk to when, in all reality .. i don't talk about my problems at all.
why do girls insist on talking about one another.
why do they insist about talking about the kindest person you know RIGHT in front of you.
I don't know whats wrong, so please don't ask. I've told everyone this ... MICHIGAN IS EATING MY SOUL.
im like ... one of those birds, that had a broken wing and you took care of, but YOU are a SELFISH bastard and wont FUCKING let me free. YOU WATCH ME IN A FUCKING CAGE 24/7 and give me a FUCKING name like petey.
why everytime i try to talk to someone, my throat closes up and the only sound i make is a gasp?
i don't have a bestfriend. no, take that back. my bestfriend lives FAR away. FAR FAR FUCKING FAR AWAY. YES i FUCKING said it. and dont give me that shit " LMAO SHE LIVES SOOO FAR AWAY " BECAUSE FRANKLY, you are JEALOUS THAT I FUCKING FOUND SOMEONE BETTER THAN YOU THAT I CAN TALK TO REGARDLESS OF THE SITUATION.
the same with someone i love, FUCK YOU, HES MILES AWAY. I DONT FUCKING CARE. FUCK FUCK. GET FUCKING OVER IT.
ITS NOT YOUR FUCKING LIFE
jealousy .. im telling you.
im going to have the biggest smile on my face when 2008 comes,
are you guys going to be happy for me??
or are you going to continue to laugh?
im going to travel, everywhere. and even if none of my goals come true, even if me and maya and greg dont become the bestest of friends... i wont be in michigan
AND I WONT HAVE TO SEE ANY OF YOUR FUCKING FACES AGAIN...
2 ½ more years..