please, tell me its his fault and not mine 1/3/11
theres so much need running through my goddamn veins. i need a good fuck. i need a cigarette. i need more food than i allow myself. i need i need i need. For a moment there is a longing inside myself to let myself eat. To get better, to recover, and eat like a normal person. Then, like a flash, its gone. I wonder later if it was even there in the first place.
we are all stranded and lost belonging to a world that does not want us that does not need us that does not even care. we will all die with this knowledge and no one will ever prove us otherwise. That is tragedy and that is life.
We could all learn to fly. we could all spread our wings and believe. but we don't. we stay on the ground wishing but never trying happy but always crying. we all could fight against gravity pushing us down and make wing out of dreams but we don't and that is why we're still here.
we are all stranded and lost belonging to a world that does not want us that does not need us that does not even care. we will all die with this knowledge and no one will ever prove us otherwise. That is tragedy and that is life.
We could all learn to fly. we could all spread our wings and believe. but we don't. we stay on the ground wishing but never trying happy but always crying. we all could fight against gravity pushing us down and make wing out of dreams but we don't and that is why we're still here.