Melodramatic seems to never end. Will peace never come with people? I've given up on him. He's worthless anyway I fear. Not that I care. He just seems a hypocrite now. I mean I told him my life and he took the knife and here it is both in my back and heart. Oh the irony. The painful bleeding irony. What is a friend anyway? Someone who'll stab you in the back? Someone who promises things and never does or takes advantage of you? Someone who calls you worthless? Beat and smacks you? Leaves you stark naked and alone? Rapes you? Watches you bleed? Yeah. I've got friends then. Why do I give so much? Why can't I be content with no friends? Why can't I just hide away and not be so damn sensitive? Why must this life hate me? Why is no one ever there when I need them? Why is it I have all the questions and no answers, and answers to questions I don't know. I need more than a "cancer-stick"...I don't know what I need. Hugs are apathetic and often pointless. Well here comes the Avenging depressive state I get in. Great. The joy of life sometimes.
 Made27 · Wed Oct 06, 2004 @ 01:27am · 1 Comments |
