a fucking circle, and you're just a part of it.
god i hate myself.
i mean i really can't stand myself.
i am so sick of hating myself.
i want to be a bodiless person.
a mindless person.
Shakespeare's to be or not to be soliloquy could really be applied here.
applicable. i don't know if i like that word.
things in life are applicable. one way or another, everything is connected. there's no getting away from any part of life. you're going to run into it sooner or later, because it's all related, and it all follows each other in one big fucking circle. there's no hiding from it.
there's no hiding from yourself.
i can't explain myself. so i resort to the songs in my iTunes to tell you who i am. tell me who i am:
I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
........................
I thought it’d be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said
If you believe it’s in my soul
..............................
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own
This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don’t know how it got so bad
Sometimes it’s so crazy
That nothing can save me
But it’s the only thing that I have
If you believe it’s in my soul
.............................
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own
On my own
I tried to be perfect
It just wasn’t worth it
Nothing could ever be so wrong
It’s hard to believe me
It never gets easy
I guess I knew that all along
If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own
-"pieces," sum 41
what i need right now is to not be so screwed up. i need to not think.
i need...
a lot of things.
i need a drink.
i mean i really can't stand myself.
i am so sick of hating myself.
i want to be a bodiless person.
a mindless person.
Shakespeare's to be or not to be soliloquy could really be applied here.
applicable. i don't know if i like that word.
things in life are applicable. one way or another, everything is connected. there's no getting away from any part of life. you're going to run into it sooner or later, because it's all related, and it all follows each other in one big fucking circle. there's no hiding from it.
there's no hiding from yourself.
i can't explain myself. so i resort to the songs in my iTunes to tell you who i am. tell me who i am:
I tried to be perfect
But nothing was worth it
........................
I thought it’d be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said
If you believe it’s in my soul
..............................
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own
This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don’t know how it got so bad
Sometimes it’s so crazy
That nothing can save me
But it’s the only thing that I have
If you believe it’s in my soul
.............................
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own
On my own
I tried to be perfect
It just wasn’t worth it
Nothing could ever be so wrong
It’s hard to believe me
It never gets easy
I guess I knew that all along
If you believe it’s in my soul
I’d say all the words that I know
Just to see if it would show
That I’m trying to let you know
That I’m better off on my own
-"pieces," sum 41
what i need right now is to not be so screwed up. i need to not think.
i need...
a lot of things.
i need a drink.