I am so up and down recently - it scares even me. One day life is good, the next I want to lie in bed and cry. I'd by lying if I said I didn't know why or what triggers these things but at the same time I don't know what to do about it. The solutions I do come up with only present more problems - and the same ones over and over. I have no fucking clue what to do.
Jesus I just feel like dying - but I lack the energy to actually do anything about that as well so either way I'm fucked.
I want him to love me - I want him just to care and he won't and doesn't and ... ugh.
but I did write this today
I hate morning afters
heavy limbed
and slow aches
- empty, tragicly hollow
embarassed at my nakedness.
Mornings after amazing nights,
which pale in comparison
to the memories - or nonmemories - left over.
I hate mornings after.
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Tragic the Pixie @ 5/13/2005 07:30:00 PM
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