how come?
i can't tell the free world from the living hell...
every song i listen to perpetuates these fucked up feelings. being truely alone and having fucked my life up so much and having people hurt me makes me want to go away. not to make new friends just to think of my past as a bad dream. take drugs to make a new fucked up reality. i don't care anymore about being perfect. being that person who has their shit together, i just want things to be right for me. it's going to take a lot of time for that to come to me, if it even happens at all.
why does my happiness lye in the hands of someone who might not want to be with me? because i am stupid. cause i'm fucked up in the head. i will probably regret writing this too... someone will read it and bitch me out for writing shit they take the wrong way, they are my thoughts. i don't have to change them, they are not wrong. they are mine. when am i ever right? fuck everyone, i am right some times. i don't know what will happen in the future so i'm going to stop trying to perdict. focus on now. now sucks. i'm trying to give myself another chance. but i'm worn out.
with him gone all the love has drianed from my heart... i don't beieve in life without love. with out him... i want this. i want him.
fuck everything else. pain and heartache don't mean the same thing to me anymore.
every song i listen to perpetuates these fucked up feelings. being truely alone and having fucked my life up so much and having people hurt me makes me want to go away. not to make new friends just to think of my past as a bad dream. take drugs to make a new fucked up reality. i don't care anymore about being perfect. being that person who has their shit together, i just want things to be right for me. it's going to take a lot of time for that to come to me, if it even happens at all.
why does my happiness lye in the hands of someone who might not want to be with me? because i am stupid. cause i'm fucked up in the head. i will probably regret writing this too... someone will read it and bitch me out for writing shit they take the wrong way, they are my thoughts. i don't have to change them, they are not wrong. they are mine. when am i ever right? fuck everyone, i am right some times. i don't know what will happen in the future so i'm going to stop trying to perdict. focus on now. now sucks. i'm trying to give myself another chance. but i'm worn out.
with him gone all the love has drianed from my heart... i don't beieve in life without love. with out him... i want this. i want him.
fuck everything else. pain and heartache don't mean the same thing to me anymore.