pandanonymous
like a typewriter. reading the words that scroll across the open terrain or your mind. these words just appear. have no fear. they're all played out. we've done this before. we're moving around with false pretenses. living a life someone's lived before us. We're reading off an unwritten script.
You're so unbelievably wrong. I cant believe how much of a jerk you can be. But you know what else is wrong? How I'm sitting here crying again because of the same old thing. I hate this. I hate me. I hate you. Everything is all wrong.. I dont even want to be alive anymore... I'm done... Is that wrong...?
I used to sell stamps at the World Class Big Y. I always asked people if they needed any. I dont really get stamps. Just get a cell phone. Unless you run out of minutes you'll be fine, and you get more of them than u do in a book of stamps.
I work very hard at containing my temper. I life a laid back lifestyle, and usually things that people say don't phase my emotions. I have a wall that lets noone in, and sometimes I forget that I'm only human. Why is it the only person I can get mad at is myself when things go wrong? Is there something wrong with me? I don''t know yet...