Mar 24, 2005 23:15
The problem is myself. This whole time, the problem's been me. HOW could I trick myself into thinking that people wanted me around? What the fuck is wrong with me mentally? How was I able to do that?
I want to run away. I really do. If I had 20 dollars, I would probably not be here right now.
"It's not that I so badly want to die, but at these times I struggle for desire to live."
That's a perfect quote for how I feel right now. It's from some Tiger Army song, and I forget which one.
Usually when I'm angry or sad or anything, I'm able to rant and rave for a good 30 minutes, but I can't now.
Taken from Lacy (_sailorstar_)
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