I feel used
I feel used.
But I'm using people.
What am I to do?
I want someone who is wanted by a lot of other people. I feel like just dropping out because I hate how I get when I'm competative. My problem is that . . . . I'm addicted. I can't stop my B-fix. It's like smoking. I've tried, but I can't.
I sort of feel like the Fiona Apple song "I'm a mess that he doesn't want to clean up. I've got to fold because these hands are just too shakey to hold. Hunger hurts, but starving works when it costs too much to love."
And now. I need the Scorpions to cheer me up.
Rock.
But I'm using people.
What am I to do?
I want someone who is wanted by a lot of other people. I feel like just dropping out because I hate how I get when I'm competative. My problem is that . . . . I'm addicted. I can't stop my B-fix. It's like smoking. I've tried, but I can't.
I sort of feel like the Fiona Apple song "I'm a mess that he doesn't want to clean up. I've got to fold because these hands are just too shakey to hold. Hunger hurts, but starving works when it costs too much to love."
And now. I need the Scorpions to cheer me up.
Rock.