"iv seen it all and it's never enough;
it keeps leaving me needing you.

take me away,take me away;
iv got nothing left to say;
just take me away."

my whole life is like bullshit.you step back,take a good look at it and want to say,what bullshit;that can't be happening.

i keep doing this to myself,im a total embarrassment to myself.what the hell am i doing over there?who did i ever think i was.seriously not anyone worthy of anything right?

it's all bullshit.i came up with it myself,really.

there are reasons why i do things the way i do,do the things i do.it's called fantasy in reality.sometimes the best way to do that,is through writing.no one can fault you.no one has to know who is who.you can just live out that little happiness in what you write,revel in the satisfaction of dreaming.bullshit all you want.

im plain stupid,i knew that,but just figured that out.

"don't give up on me yet;
don't forget who i am.
i know im not there yet,
but don't let me stay here alone."  ¶ 11:43 PM