I got depressed again. I wonder when I get to get my Prozac. I wonder if it's going to make me docile. Somebody just hand me a gun or a noose. Please.
I'm trying to balance my sanity, with my feelings and with my mind. So far, this balance isn't working out so well. I'm cracking. I can feel it. It's creeping behind me, and no matter how hard I try and run from these feelings they always catch up. I'm backed into a corner, and I have no idea how this is all going to end. Things would be so much simpler if I just didn't exist. The only person who can save me from myself just isn't there. I don't think they ever were. I tricked myself into thinking they existed and they didn't. How foolish.
Listening : Boy Sets Fire - Cavity
Mood : Messed Up |
I'm cracking. I can feel it. It's creeping behind me, and no matter how hard I try and run from these feelings they always catch up. I'm backed into a corner, and I have no idea how this is all going to end. Things would be so much simpler if I just didn't exist. The only person who can save me from myself just isn't there. I don't think they ever were. I tricked myself into thinking they existed and they didn't. How foolish.
