| | Weight. I don't even know what I want anymore.
I don't know, I don't know. Lost in the confusion, I'm confusing my own feelings with fiction.
Dramas stifle my actual confusion - decided on our own, losing what would have been.
I hate it, I really do. Nobody knows anymore what I mean, and I can't get my point across.
I feel like destroying the telephone, the only thing that really connects me, because I feel like whatever I do, it'll be too painful. I don't know who's to blame, and all reason has flown away.
If I could, I'd blame someone, anyone but myself. But I feel it all coming back to me.
I can't even stand being awake at the same time as everyone. I'm going to bed, and doing work at 5 am.
Erase all that has happened and exist in my blank mind.
It's so stupid, I can't even get away from depression again.
Agonizing thoughts of death because I lose what I hold dear.
I can only bring unhappiness, really.
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| | Posted 5/29/2008 12:57 AM - 22 views - 0 comments
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