Monday, April 27, 2009


Some days I am unsure of how I feel, whether the way I feel is real.

See the problem is that I have changed opinions so often in my life that I am scared to make decisions.

Feelings inside me are just emotional collisions; I rubberneck inside my own prison.

Life happens to me and I am an observer in my own corner of reality.

I don’t know whether I am sick in the head or just sick and tired, tired of this life, sick of this world.

I know it’s cliché but I feel like The Fates were extra hard on me.

If others could only see the horrors afflicted on me, then no one else would ever think woes me.