Dec 09, 2004 00:35
"I’ve been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don’t have any skin
But that’s just the way it goes
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grass"
I'm sick down to my heart. The last 3 days or so have been torture. I can't sleep. I mope around. I don't talk to anyone. I crave an intellectual conversation. I want someone to hang out with. I want someone to play Xbox with. I want some money to go shopping with. I want someone to sit down and have a cup of coffee with (I'll even take some Starbucks).
I don't know what it is... I have ideas, but I doubt I'll ever know for sure. I just want to get through this. I want things to go back to normal.
I want to play ice hockey again. I want enough time to myself that I can accomplish something productive. I want to get out of this town.
I want... Too much, apparantly.