Nov 17, 2005 01:43
the difference between being displaced and displeased is the company we keep.
I walked tonight and reminded myself how much i hate this place... realized i know where my roots are but have absolutely no idea where i am and what i'm doing here. It's a realization I've made how many times now? i'm out of fingers and on to toes... i need to pick myself up for once. For god.
Out of touch and out of reach or out of sight and out of mind.... i don't know but nothing works... i'm out of having nothing left.
We are all just flies to wanton boys... i'm not sure if i'm willing to accept the gods and rather we kill ourselves for sport as opposed to them killing us... we all need a good tragedy now and then, don't we?
Aren't we sick of these conventions yet? the same ones that have been played out for generations?
Please tell me how to put myself together because i am hating this person who i've become that doesn't trust people anymore.