"I should stand up for myself, but I'm getting too fat for my own good. I'm not growing, I'm not getting bigger, I'm getting heavier and I move slower. All the rejection and all the times I'm wrong seem to collect and add to me. For that, I gain and I gain. I'll always accept I can not do right by anyone's side, and with that I'll bring them down too. I have no will, and surely can not fight, I can not think correct to save my life. I set a noose only to look at it, and think about it, I know it's there, and there's something for me out there. I don't know what pushes me enough when I reach the end of it, I'm too slow, I'm too fat, I'm too lazy to end it."
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Always full, always empty.
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the only way I can word the way this made me feel is "word life."
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot. brings some familiar feelings.