Posted on Friday 28 October 2005
the 25th, dreaded it so bad -came and went -much the same as other days. thought to myself maybe it does get less hard.
stopped conning myself –
isn’t that it gets less hard,
it’s that it doesn’t get at all.
right here
-right now-
then
worse
because I know more – understand less.
"gotta find a way to let this go. move on. or it’ll eat you up inside…"
and it is
i feel it slow consuming me
and omg makes me want to crawl out of my skin
run away from me and them
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