Hate Me
I am massivly depressed because i want to talk to him so badly. It's stupid to think someone could understand that, but it's true.
My life has become fixed, methodical, routine. I am uncomfortable, i'm hurt, and i just want to be alone.
No exceptions. Life is easier when communicated through letters and numbers... voices are fickle, they lend so easily to misuderstanding...
Then why do i want to speak with him?
I'm sick of childish games, plays for attention, pitting people against one another... pitting myself against my friends.
So i'm sorry... I'm a bitch, i'm cold and careless and a horrible friend.
But i'm giving up, so you don't need to worry.
Brad needs to come and make me stoned again... take away the pain...
cause we all know there's no other way except for things no one will do.
1 Comments:
I wish that you wouldn't give up and that you would actually see what is around you which is a network of people wanting to help you.
I don't like how you've been acting around me, its weird and akward, like I'm missing some peice of the puzzle. Its sad for me. I really don't know why your puching me away.
I love you marilyn, i wish that you could see that again.
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