- Mental Junkyard… mind the dogs

morning madness	Aug 2nd, 2007 11:16:34 pm - Subscribe
Its early in the morning. Well, early as far as I'm concerned. its 9:10 in the am. I'm not interested in being asleep although sleep would probably do me a world of good. I can feel the bags underneath my eyes. I should get up and get myself a coffee, step outside and actually enjoy this overcast but still beautiful morning. But I'm not. I'm sitting here compelled once more to write my sweet nothings to you world. Sitting here not saying so very much that I would like to. Sometimes its best not to pen a confession. I'm now starting to feel like "the drugs don't work, they just make it worse still i know I'll see your face again". I'm starting to look into my mind and see corridors where there were wals. All these fucking dorrs and windows. I don't dare open or peer out. Ctrl Alt Esc. I think something is happening in my neurochem again. Its doing things that I thought it had well and truly given up on. I'm becoming a person I don't want to be again. There are so many things that I wish I could change... for fuck sake tron: hold your cards a little closer to your chest honey. I'm not a very good writer. I'm cliche and unimaginative at the moment and its eating me. I'm trying my best to come up with things that I can hold up and say: excellent, this was done by me. When you read this you're going to see something that you are going to remember for the rest of your life. But it isn't happening. I'm not making that. I'm not being that person... I'm falling so far from the person that I want to be... "I'll see you on level six, I'll stop in and say hello on my way through" Tron
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