maybe i'm still a head case still wondering why i am the way i am still fighting the tears that i've been crying because my friend began a downward spiral they say i shouldn't care, but still i do i have no choice, i'm not that cold and still sex holds a special spot in my heart i really am fucked up and silly me, i know how all this will end, with me running the tunnel we all see, flying toward the light still crazy they think i am still wondering why i am the way i am i try to be happy but i never seem to be falling in one minute and falling out the next want friends one minute and being anti-social the next yes, i really am fucked up the world doesn't care, i am insignificant to its peril growing to hate the world slowly but surely fuck this world i want to scream sometimes but i don't want to end up in a padded cell or at the bottom of lake superior being slammed into the wall hard, i shuffle away no longer destiny's chosen, but a bit player now i try not to be a joke but the conspiracy against me proves and provokes me to find out what is in the end and i truly remain fucked up to have known what they really thought of me is something i want to know and than again, might not fuck the world and the morality they claim to have i'm losing everything to gaining nothing after 18 years i realize i truly am and will forever be fucked up.
Reason for writing:
coming to this realization gives me now a reason to write this in exactly the way it was meant to be written
Birth sign: Aries
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