"sleep's not coming easy for a while, child..."
it's the same fucking story every night. we get drunk. we get high. then we drive around aimlessly, complaining about love, hatred, and uncertainty. and we never really make the effort to decide on anything.
i spend so much money on gas.
in the mornings, tears are easy, falling from my eyes so quickly, like they are trying to escape my body. as if they know that my heart will combust at any minute.
i feel as if i have to hide myself from everyone. there isn't a soul that can know what really goes on in my head.
all i have left is the hope that maybe someday, i will really be loved. until then, i can keep wishing. and i will never give up.
syndirella
12:30 p.m. - Thursday, Feb. 12, 2004
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