when i feel like writing... why is everytime its when nothing is okay... stuck under this cloud so gray... my shadow hardly follows me any more... as im becoming as uninteresting as listening to my own drabble in my head.. a confusing metaphor ridden existance... constantly trying to figure out what all these people are talking about.... i dont fit in......and yet i do.... say nothing and look cool and you fool them all.... but still shallow and hallow inside.... un happy with this smile on my face... wondering...if everyone thinks the same as me... but... stuck in some bizarro backward world... so its not the same as me.... ....always wondering what to do.... rhyme i guess... somewhat vent.. and all the things i think about... and all the energy spent... will come out through these words... utterly meanigless.. life is still a blutr...
Reason for writing:
journal crap....
Birth sign: Aries
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