Sunday, September 2, 2007

I feel almost alive half of the time; the other half just feels like im faking it.

my life is changing in little pieces and little ways I barely notice until I wake up.
I am not in the mood. I never am. I try too hard, I know.
your profound brain's been read. fear the reviews.
stay true. stay young.

I am losing my wit and finding no cure.
everything's been copied and pasted and done before. I'm getting so sick of everything and everyone.
I know I've been distant. It's done for a reason.
I can't think anymore. I've lost my mind.