Sunday, 29 November 2009
12:51:21 AM (GMT)
SWEAR TO GOD.
IT MOCKS ME.
It's probably just me.
But let's pretend I'm not fucked up.
I need to accept that I'm fucked up, let my freak flag fly.
I love Rob Thomas.
I'm still fucked up though.
At least I aknowledge it.
Back to the point.
But not Because I'm freezing.
But if I get a jacket I'll be too hot.
Then I'll take it off and freeze.
And, of course, the only thing anyone has to say about that is that I don't weigh
Yeah, that's definitely why I'm shaking and nervous.
Makes perfect sense, right?
Perfect fucking sense.
Why does this still happen? D<
I was starting to get better.
But then thinking about that just makes me all paranoid and gets me thinking that
I'll be like this forever.
I don't want to get old.
'Cause then you're all old and shit.
And you might die.
I guess I could die anytime anyway, but if you're old then you're just closer.
I've stopped making sense, sorry.
Pleeeaasseee talk to me.
I love distractions from my own mind.
I need to stop doing this every night.
Last edited: 29 November 2009