| Sometimes You're closer than my skin ( @ 2004-09-11 00:21:00 |
I never used to get headaches.
I'm so sick of life.
wow. that must have been my best opening sentence yet. but really, i'm only 15, and i'm sick of the same situations, the same people (people being the same), the same thoughts running through my head. which never used to hurt. I hate how no matter how hard you try, there is always going to be more to accomplish. I love complaining. I love the sound of this keyboard. I hate memories. Especially ones that still make me dizzy. I like not making sense. I miss someone. I hate someone. They are the same person. There's more than one of those too. I hate how I think about the same things over and over until they become nothing to me in my head. I hate how I think so much. Sometimes I wish I was more stupid, or at least not as bright as i am, so that i could just go through life with the relief of pretending to be something i'm not, and not bother with caring about who i really am. I hate this country. I'm glad that I was born here, it gave me the desire to leave. I want to go to Africa and help starving kids. I want to go to ITALY for pleasure. I hate the word pleasure, I hate it's connotation. I want to forget all about life and go somewhere else in my head. I wish that i knew how to do this without drugs. I'm glad that I don't do drugs. I'm sick of this county, I'm sick of the girls, I'm sick of the boys. I hate how I get embarassed. I hate how my insecurity hides who i am sometimes. I hate how i think about what people will be thinking when they read this. Why should I care? What are you thinking? You should tell me, and you should tell me the truth. I feel like a horrible person tonight, so really, let me know the truth.
I'm so sick of life.
wow. that must have been my best opening sentence yet. but really, i'm only 15, and i'm sick of the same situations, the same people (people being the same), the same thoughts running through my head. which never used to hurt. I hate how no matter how hard you try, there is always going to be more to accomplish. I love complaining. I love the sound of this keyboard. I hate memories. Especially ones that still make me dizzy. I like not making sense. I miss someone. I hate someone. They are the same person. There's more than one of those too. I hate how I think about the same things over and over until they become nothing to me in my head. I hate how I think so much. Sometimes I wish I was more stupid, or at least not as bright as i am, so that i could just go through life with the relief of pretending to be something i'm not, and not bother with caring about who i really am. I hate this country. I'm glad that I was born here, it gave me the desire to leave. I want to go to Africa and help starving kids. I want to go to ITALY for pleasure. I hate the word pleasure, I hate it's connotation. I want to forget all about life and go somewhere else in my head. I wish that i knew how to do this without drugs. I'm glad that I don't do drugs. I'm sick of this county, I'm sick of the girls, I'm sick of the boys. I hate how I get embarassed. I hate how my insecurity hides who i am sometimes. I hate how i think about what people will be thinking when they read this. Why should I care? What are you thinking? You should tell me, and you should tell me the truth. I feel like a horrible person tonight, so really, let me know the truth.