confused...
it's hard to even think about feeling the way i felt before the stupidity happened.
it feels as if my thoughts aren't being overtaken anymore.
where's the wispy, airy surrealism?
i don't feel the same.
he seems to think it's all fine.
and it's supposed to be!
so, if it is, why do i feel like this?
i feel mislead. tossed and turned.
i don't want to hear his lovey-dovey bullshit.
because i know it's not true.
not a word of it.
this shouldn't bother me as much as it does.
why does it bother me? i'm used to it!
my whole life has been like this.
and i'm finally sick and tired of playing the game.
i'm not pissed anymore.
i'm lost.