Things have been going well for me, yet I still have this unwelcomed depressest that comes from no where. I may look fine, but inside I feel as if something is still missing. A part of me isn't there, so as it feels. Im never really sure what to do, I try not to think, I find it best to just not. Just do, dont plan.
People are like a mirror, they either look at them self and hate or love what they see. Or when they look into there own eyes, they cant stand themselfs. Eyes never lie, theres always a story behide them like the image of themself. Like each scar, bruse, broken bone has a story of its own.
Im trying to really clean up my act, but Kat is just holding me back. I keep on slipping back, like Im playing tog-a-war. A constant battle, a war that cant be won. People must realise that she is now apart of me, she'll never leave me. No matter how bad she always fucks up my life. I cant get rid of her, she'll die with me.
Half the things I do are unknow, I dont know what is happening in my own head half the time. I hear people, myself, my other half talking to me, so much talking I dont know what is being said. To much noise, so I sit there in silence trying to take it all in but Im unable too.
Yeahh, it is
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