(no subject)
every eye is on you, we're waiting to see your every move. you exist everywhere, although sometimes you leave, and im happy while they are sad. but you always come back, and we step into line to hear the latest news. and i know its not as bad as i make it out to be, but its not like its easy, easy for someone like me. i dont want to bother, things are too crowded around you. it weighs on my concience, it calls me. they call me at five a.m. every morning. its so tiring, well you should know. but hear this, if you ever become me, i will kill you.