I don't know what it is, but I'm no where near good enough. My advice, my company, its not the kind that one would look "forward" to. I see it everyday, and I hate it so ******** much.
To think a person who is close to me is subconciously making me want to kill myself. Its sad that I figure these things out so late in the game. My feelings of inadequacy stem from not coming close to the little beacon of light.
I'm not jealous, I'm just tired. I love this person like a sister I never had; yeah the sister that gets everything she wants while the other just falls short.
My friends tell me that my life is not in my own hands, but in the hands of my friends. If thats so, then stop sucking the life out of me. Stop making me feel like I'm not good enough.
Erg. I hate coming home and suddenly thinking. I wish I was on my way to L.A. again.
I am wrath, unbridled hatred, violence that leaves an acidic taste in your mouth. Now this little ball of wrath feels like throwing herself off a building and seeing if she is truly immortal afterall.
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