music can be evil
2002-11-01
Everything's so blurry
and everyone's so fake
and everybody's empty
and everything is so messed up
pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl
You would think that after more than a year I would be beyond the point of crawling. Sometimes, sometimes I get SO angry at him. Next, I get angry at myself. That I wasn't good enough for him. Sometimes I feel used, and sometimes I feel like the user. It all comes back to today...how much I don't know what I'm doing, why I -am-. Does everyone question their existance this much?
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