Jul 06, 2003 16:23
I didn't think I could feel any worse after last night. I was wrong. I didn't sleep but 1 hour last night, and the time that I was "sleeping" I had a fucked up dream. It scared that shit out of me. I'm so sick of fucking life man. I've been biteing my cheek for the last 12 hours, so that I wonk break down and cry. Everytying is just all fuzzy, and quite, and lonely now. Everything is diferent. I feel like I don't have anything or anybody to turn to. My Mom's always sleeping, My Sister is always watching tv, I hate my Brother, Amanda is sick, and tried, and Working and going to school, The last thing I had that was there all the time was Turbo, now he's gone. I don't know what else to say, so I'm going to leave you with a Poem from Edgar Allan Poe.
'Alone'
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.