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Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.


Wednesday, October 20, 2010

I'll admit it

I'm weak. That's why I write here. That's why I believe if I ever am bothersome to anyone, they'll want to walk away from me forever.

So why should anyone care how I feel
I'm another pathetic excuse wanting reason to be real

So I'm dramatic. Leland said to me tonight that people shouldn't complain about heartbreak when they are those who are starving. My sister will be the first to tell you, I don't care about starving people.

Isn't that just disgusting? I hate just how selfish I can be.

So why should anyone care about me
I'm another pathetic morsel wanting reason for misery

I want it all to stop bothering me. I want to not need what I need. I want to not feel what I feel. Maybe this time it'll work.

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