Christian and the gangare Sleepwalking around me in Silence. I wish I knew what to do. I'm having flashbacks of things. It sucks...but then again, so does life.
I don't think I'm capable of Love. Love, it seems to me, is this selfish, dillusional attempt for humans to fill this dark blot in our souls that can never be filled.
God, I hate how I sound like I used too. I hat how I hate myself. I hate how I can't let go of all the things that have (insert expletive here) up my life so bad. This merry game of house, this charade, that I have been playing must come to an end. I must end up on the shores of my soul and find my existence. I must come to the end of my being that, apparently, most humanity doesn't reach in their lifetimes.
It's like it's all there, but I can't reach through the television glass and ring my hands around her throat until tears stream into my consciousness.
I'm so (insert expletive here) up.
I mustn't run away.
I musn't run away.
I musn't run away.
I don't think I'm capable of Love. Love, it seems to me, is this selfish, dillusional attempt for humans to fill this dark blot in our souls that can never be filled.
God, I hate how I sound like I used too. I hat how I hate myself. I hate how I can't let go of all the things that have (insert expletive here) up my life so bad. This merry game of house, this charade, that I have been playing must come to an end. I must end up on the shores of my soul and find my existence. I must come to the end of my being that, apparently, most humanity doesn't reach in their lifetimes.
It's like it's all there, but I can't reach through the television glass and ring my hands around her throat until tears stream into my consciousness.
I'm so (insert expletive here) up.
I mustn't run away.
I musn't run away.
I musn't run away.
posted by Anonymous | 11.4.05
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