Who the hell am I? What is wrong with me? I'm so ******** up now. I don't even know myself anymore. I'm lost, but I wont accept any help. I'm stubborn as hell when it comes to that. No. I'll save myself. But I'll only do that once I save my friends. They mean so much more to me than I do to myself. Without them, I would be such a mess, more than I am now. It's possible, but not very probable. I'm going insane. Crazy. And that's okay with me. So what if I'm more than a bit ******** in the head. No one's perfect. That's an understatement with me. I'm so far from being perfect, and for once, it's starting to bother me. And I keep on contradiction myself.
What the ******** am I trying to say here?
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BleedingHeartsAndArtists · Fri Jun 29, 2007 @ 01:28am · 0 Comments |