I Can’t Stop
May 27, 2010
I am not in the mood for poetry… I am just gonna spit it out…
Everything seems out of place.
I feel like I am not living the life I want to, but I am not really sure what life is that.
I feel like I can’t accomplish anything.
I have no patience for social interaction
At the same time, I feel lonely
I miss you, yeah blondie, I miss every single fucking day
But I only miss parts, the whole, your actions, are pretty fucking destructive…
But I guess I never did handle anything, so I am not sure how to heal, I am not even sure what am I writing right now…
OOOOHH SHIIIITT… my head.. my heart… my soul… all to hell… fuck fuck.
what is the fucking point…
I am done.
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