Friday, August 08, 2008
Taped and disjointed
There are some things I want to write about, but I can't.Some thoughts, some feelings, if you know about them, you might be shocked. But it's not always I feel this way, and they may not accurately portray what kind of person I am.
I have no idea when I start to have things I don't/can't/shouldn't tell others. I have no idea why I'm feeling so stressed up, so... pent up, and so... pendulating.
The peace over-ridden by fear - but fear doesn't serve to be my motivation.
I feel like an over-stretched rubber band.
Maybe I need help. Maybe, just maybe I'm already no longer on the brink of insanity.
'Cos I already am.
P.S. I think it's that me trying to hide in the shell, alone, again. Any help will be brutally rejected, even though unintentionally. To you, I say sorry...
Labels: emo
posted by QueenPig @ 12:33 AM
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