October 2010
6 posts
i really gotta stop trying to feel sane. it just keeps complicatin shit
I know I post stuff sayin ain’t it fun when…. Or ain’t it fun to…. And have it end with sarcasm, but seriously, isn’t it just amazing to have someone you can’t help, even though you want to so badly
don’t you just love how when you finally feel like you have your shit together, you start over-thinking and basically make your own life worse….. fucking wonderful
why this pain, glorious in its lack of end, has the power to change my heart.
whether it be for good or for worse, only time may tell, yet i will be subject to it, that i assure you
i can’t think of a fitting end to this poem, so fuck it. i can’t get her outta my head. please just …. hell with it
for once, all feels right
goddammit. she’s my angel, yet my demon, my cure and my sickness, my tie to sanity, yet the object of my crazed thoughts…. yet i love her. the question is… does she love me. somebody please help me out. i know thats sad, but jesus… im just so tired….