words fail me once again
But music never does. Sure, I could post some lyrics on here, but that would only end up making this funk even worse. I just feel like the world has shit on me. For once, I don't give a damn if anybody thinks I'm overreacting or being melodramatic. I'm not going to worry about what I'm saying and whether or not I'm fishing for sympathy. Sure, sympathy would be nice, but answers would be better. I need somebody to grab me and point me in the right direction. Basically, I want somebody to hold my hand and guide me along like a fuckin kid on a damn leash so I don't stray too far from the path. That's what I want, but not what I need. What I need is to just stop worrying about shit and go for it. I mean, that's always the best solution, right? Just to not worry about the consequences? You never know until you try? Did I fuck up, or was it her? And I can't BELIEVE I'm still even thinking about her. This is fucking rediculous. I'm so fucking over this pathetic pile of bullshit I call an existence. I'm fucking done.
After all, it's only a funk, right?
After all, it's only a funk, right?