saDD
i'm sad.
i'm confused. i don't know what to do about anything.
i don't feel like moving on. i need to move on. i can't move on. and it's killing me.
i'm so stuck, and really, there's no remedy for this cept' death. it's kinda...hmm...silly in a way.
at some point in everyone's life, i wish they could all seriously feel how i feel.
i wake up in the morning, shuffle down to the bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror and say..."what is the point of even waking up to this day?"
For everyone there's hope.
i'm almost for shure, for me, there's not.
you all have your cushy little lives.
your little boyfriends. your little concerts. you're little insignificant fights.
god damn i'm so bitter. i just want to crawl into a hole and cry and cry and cry.
my only release is when i can just relax with my best friends, but still, even then, i still feel that feeling of emptyness because it's just like a door-to-door saleasman. even if you shut the door on it for a while, it's going to stand outside still and knock on the door saying..."you know i'm still out here, right?"
that's a perfect analogy for it. that's exactly how it is.
i start having a good time, forgetting about things, then reality sets in.
and it's all too real.
what i want the most, i just can't have.
and what i can't have is killing me.
xo
i'm confused. i don't know what to do about anything.
i don't feel like moving on. i need to move on. i can't move on. and it's killing me.
i'm so stuck, and really, there's no remedy for this cept' death. it's kinda...hmm...silly in a way.
at some point in everyone's life, i wish they could all seriously feel how i feel.
i wake up in the morning, shuffle down to the bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror and say..."what is the point of even waking up to this day?"
For everyone there's hope.
i'm almost for shure, for me, there's not.
you all have your cushy little lives.
your little boyfriends. your little concerts. you're little insignificant fights.
god damn i'm so bitter. i just want to crawl into a hole and cry and cry and cry.
my only release is when i can just relax with my best friends, but still, even then, i still feel that feeling of emptyness because it's just like a door-to-door saleasman. even if you shut the door on it for a while, it's going to stand outside still and knock on the door saying..."you know i'm still out here, right?"
that's a perfect analogy for it. that's exactly how it is.
i start having a good time, forgetting about things, then reality sets in.
and it's all too real.
what i want the most, i just can't have.
and what i can't have is killing me.
xo