Begging for this to stop. its not the dream you hope for. just the eyes searing, mind blazing, stomach wrenching, shoulder shuddering, back breaking depression that controls every aspect of your sad little state. youd trade your soul for the cool dark room depression in the songs you base your life on. a fond farewell and all. just when you think you've moved on it comes back in such a way that you feel as if there will never be happiness in the world again. your own personal death eater, here just when you need him. (remind me to thank J.K. for such a studious and personal creation.) and when its not here it feels like youve lost your best friend. no matter how many angles you study it from you cant win here. youve never won so basically its a given loss anyway. they had it right when they said its better not to care. the less you care, the less to lose. simple, and tambourine that shit.
____aholic
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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