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.
Monday, April 27, 2009
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