2005
Void er
home early…i don’t have a life…it’s been 29yrs of complete vegetation…and fucking pain…all my “energy” spent on giving of what i don’t even have for myself, and me left a lil more empty and wounded in every way every time. how laughable to be told i need a life! does anyone have strength for sale? how about a lil numbness pill? truth hurts, but i’d rather “live” it, TELL IT, and run the risk of being called scary, than try to be something i definitely am not and have someone fall for a character rather than Mi. to love me is to love my faults, my sadness, my sorry life, to wanna bring joy, to wanna make a change, to believe that i can more than i do. to love those who love themselves…that’s easy. try caring for someone who sees a vulture when she looks at the mirror. i’ll give u a cookie if u succeed in making her feel something besides her emptiness.
