Aug 07, 2005 19:19
everyone thinks of me as a weak mortal in need of constant attention. youre 19 at your age. are you okay? you look tired. do you want more food...you need to eat more, you're so thin.
cuz i am. i cant help that i look weak, or thin, or act so mysterious towards people. i just am...cant this mortal race just understand that? i hate being so alone..so far away from reality, yet so content in my own mind, even though i feel betrayed and rejected all the while within my tortured soul...my stupid poetic side is confusing, i dont even know i write these things...so many thoughts inside, yet so few words containing little meaning come out...then back into the circle glowing bright with violet light. im sick of this place. i hate my school. its suppossed to be a place where i feel safe and happy, proud to learn from the masters because i am their student. but it is the complete opposite. they treat me like dirt, i miss her so much. i miss my wings, the freedom, the warmth of her body against mine, her eyes...........i disgust myself with these words of a false past, yet I cry deep within knowing it to be the truth.