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Secretly I deeply hate all of my friends to the bottom of my soul. Shh.
I'm only happy when others are in pain. I feel so ******** numb inside that anything is better than the monotony in which I live. Sure, I can help friends and strangers with their problems, but only because of my super-critical overanalysis of my own. Turning every molehill into a mountain has meant that every molehill begins to feel like the end of the world, and even after that it gets to much and I no longer feel.
I gave my heart away so ******** easily to people who never have and never will deserve it. People who were playing with my feelings, not harshly but obliviously.
I need some excitement, some dope, some guys, some reason why I just shouldn't throw it all away and sit in my room every weekend. Night~.
 Static Fuse · Tue Oct 14, 2008 @ 07:32pm · 0 Comments |
