it can't b... it just can't
- i'm believing the worse case senario i can deal w/. the scry thing is that mayb its not the truth. mayb it just gets worse, is worse, more than i can handle.
- sometimes i wish i never left marcelos bed. i traded my soul then and my heart, no pain no hapiness just a mobile corpse living on animlaistic wants... so wide he give me back my heart to brake it? give me back my soul to use it?
- i don't want to go to therpy anymore uses up my money, my time... and doesn't help. no one can help me... jenny is right everyone feels this way i just need to grow up... but whats the point in living when even happiness brings u pain? i just don't understand this.
- people keep talking about him... it took so long for me to forget but now i rember in color.... the filth won't come off the disgrace, the sicking feeling. y shouldn't i die... i'll never become clean i'll never b good enough for anyone ad its to late to b good enough for myself. i'm sick feeling i am going to bed... hopefully to never rise again.
- i want to go to sleep in fred arms and just not wake up. one impression of a blissful memory imprinted on my fleeting soul... why is that to much to ask... the thought of suicide calls to me and scares me. if i kill myself i will b alone then and forever.... if i hold on event hough i may b alone... theres a chance, and theres moments...
i just can't believe that all those moments were lies...
- sometimes i wish i never left marcelos bed. i traded my soul then and my heart, no pain no hapiness just a mobile corpse living on animlaistic wants... so wide he give me back my heart to brake it? give me back my soul to use it?
- i don't want to go to therpy anymore uses up my money, my time... and doesn't help. no one can help me... jenny is right everyone feels this way i just need to grow up... but whats the point in living when even happiness brings u pain? i just don't understand this.
- people keep talking about him... it took so long for me to forget but now i rember in color.... the filth won't come off the disgrace, the sicking feeling. y shouldn't i die... i'll never become clean i'll never b good enough for anyone ad its to late to b good enough for myself. i'm sick feeling i am going to bed... hopefully to never rise again.
- i want to go to sleep in fred arms and just not wake up. one impression of a blissful memory imprinted on my fleeting soul... why is that to much to ask... the thought of suicide calls to me and scares me. if i kill myself i will b alone then and forever.... if i hold on event hough i may b alone... theres a chance, and theres moments...
i just can't believe that all those moments were lies...