sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
sometimes you just want to be yourself. i'm okay with being a mix of everything.
between the lines of fear and blame
I need to brush aside each and every one of my negative traits. I can't stop escaping the position I've forced myself into.
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I wrote about 2 pages worth of rambling during stats, but when I read it over I just realized it's the same redundant process I do over and over again and yet take absolutely no action in regards to. Huh. Pretty pathetic I guess.
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If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. I hope you find out what you want, I already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again and you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. I'll grow old and start acting my age, I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone and it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone. If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state. You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way. And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
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I hate my obsession with him - what's worse is that I'm not even interested in him, just ridiculously obsessed. A cure for the homeless would be appreciated.
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I think I just need to keep fighting to win you back, or at least meld myself to you. It's so obvious we're perfect for each other and yet I can't get close to you except to just watch you fade away from me as I create an illusion you can never grasp.
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fizzlesticks. haha. I don't know, I like the idea of using Fizz for some reason, but at this point I'm just overwhelmingly full of depression and loneliness that nothing is going right. Even Joe is like all wonky and I can't talk to him at all without going homicidially emo-rage at him one day.
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I wonder how difficult it is to feel like absolute crap no matter what you do. I can't seem to make myself happy and I can't seem to put in the effort I need to in order to do so.
maybe you started to compare to someone not there
I can believe in things that are real and I can believe in things that aren't real. I've left my imagination at the door and I'm stuck facing the hardest boss of all time - reality.
I just want to show you that I could love you as myself and not someone who fits in perfectly with you.
I just want to show you that I could love you as myself and not someone who fits in perfectly with you.