Thursday, June 14, 2012



I want to die.

If not die, then at least have everything go my way.

I’m trying to be normal, trying not to care or be pissed off or depressed, yet periodically, my face scrunches up and I let out a moan.  Tears are drawn up from the well of my heart and spill over my cheeks.  I’m ugly in frustration and despair.

Writing and crying.  Sniffling and gulping coffee.  Smoking and typing and wanting to run.  Wanting to hit someone or tell them how useless they are.

Feeling useless.

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