Friday, October 13, 2006
I Hate Thinking of Titles
I feel like history is repeating itself for me... and I'm shattering into a million pieces. My strong front apparently isn't enough to compensate the hollow beings of my soul. When the fundamentals cannot with hold the external weight, it breaks apart. Just like I'm breaking...
Psyching myself proved to be a temporary remedy. I wanted positivity to emit from every cell of my body... but hearts don't lie. What is up in the brains and the organ that pumps you to life every second of every damn day of your life are two different kingdoms that don't seem to relate.
Sometimes I wish they would. It'd make my life a lot easier.
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