6.18.2006

It Never Quite Reaches Her Eyes

Mood: Same as almost always...
iTunes: You're Gone - Something Corporate

I'm not happy. Like, really, really, not happy. Content? Sure. But not happy. And if everything my parents have said is true, I probably never will be. I think that's why I'm in the process of giving up, and detaching myself from a lot of things. Like almost everything. I need to find something to fill my time, I think, and pushes thoughts away. I thought it was only dreaming that messed me up, but now it's thinking also. So I can't sleep, and I can't be awake. May as well learn to live with it. I want to bury myself in a city, where no one could ever find me. I don't want to be entirely alone, but for the most part...yes, sure. I don't want to be concerned with too much. I'm sick.

-megan.

1 comment:

why*do*i*do*these*things said...

to attatch... you have to detatch...