Wednesday, February 17, 2010

heaven is only in my head in my head

I am tired of fighting battles everyday. They leave me battered and bruised, and with a bad taste in my mouth. I am far too young to have to believe there are no turns for me to take, and I lose faith. How long is the angst supposed to last, anyway?

You have kept me going, and no, I'm not hiding anything, there's nothing that's wrong, really, I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to indulge in my fatalistic discourse. I am the same person I was two years ago, and it terrifies me.

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