I feel off, alone, incomplete.
And it comforts me, I have yet again fallen into the mouringful bliss of emptyness.
This will fall into place soon enough, I'll give up all shimmers of hope, listen to emo music in my dark room.
Because I'll refuse to turn on a light.
Why I do this? I reall can not be sure, the probable cause is that I don't want to look at myself.
So why do I sit infont of the merror?
I havn't talked to him all day, I'm sure thats a large part of this feeling, other contributing factors invovle family members feeling there need to cratique me.
*sigh* I'm done
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