July 29, 2006 Ever cried to the point you feel everything's hopeless and you can't breathe? To the point when you feel this close to death?
Perhaps they don't know I don't have that much choices. It's not as if I have a list of options where I wanna go, what I wanna do, how I wanna do it. I thought it was their dream to get out of here too. We're just no longer on the same frequency. I don't know what everybody's thinking, why can't they just tell me what they're up to. I'm not some bloody mind reader. You don't even give me the chance to know what's it's like there then how can I ever know? I probably wish more than anything else now that I'd be able to stay there forever and never come back. I don't care. I still want to go. I want to get away from every piece of shit here. Is this too much to ask for?
Of all places ; of all times & all those recurrences. What exactly are you trying to tell me?
Why respect my decision? Why not ask me to stop from the very start and kill me once and for all? I feel so _______ I got myself into this shit. Maybe it's just me.
I must be the World's Greatest Fool. Everything's just about to drive me insane.
Wake up!
But I just don't know how to get out of this deep slumber.
I just feel like avoiding anything and everything.
Why can't you just turn back time? I guess I've have enough of this life. I've got nothing to live for anymore.
Foolish to have thought life would be a breeze.
Runaway?
So even if you people disappear, the memories are here to haunt.
Guess I'm just not cut out for anything in this world. What a misfit.