wha?

[patrlot]

head going crazy...

sometimes tears flow. sometimes they don't.

one gives me butterflies. one makes me resent the butterflies.

joy, followed by guilt.

guilt over what? there's no need for it, yet i feel it.

i'm retarded. and silly. and stupid.

one road = pain. one road = joy.

I'm stuck in the middle, which somehow= guilty. and lonely.

i think i need a frontal lobotomy.