Sunday, November 19, 2006
Pathetic
My life is miserable,yes it is,i am sad to the point I want to end a life,but not mine.
Ive lost everything wonderful to me,and happiness is shorter than any adrenaline rush.
I cower in my corner, blissful and weak. What have I become? A dementor?
You're still there,that's what sucks, am still not numb enough I guess.
Smile at me for once,a true smile,laugh at my quips,thats all I need I guess.
Then I would let go,and be empty again.Labels: fucked up
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3:54 AM