All right Universe... you've got me cornered. Now, what would you like?
+ Panic?
+ Submission?
+ Terror?
+ Dread?
+ Anxiety?
+ Fear?
Well you've got all that. I am scared shitless right now, nervous as hell, and my bones feel like they are being electrocuted and turned into liquid.
Why do you have to dump shit on me all at once? Especially now, when I was doing so well. I was starting to enjoy being alive. I was realizing who is worth my time and who is a pile of useless flesh. I was coming to terms with being a good-for-nothing who was slowly trying to become a good-for-something. I'm only 20. Can't you wait until I am at least 25 to kill me off?
I want to do something. I want to make something. I want to progress and evolve. BUT I CANT DO THESE THINGS IF I AM DEAD.
Help me to control the panic and the pain and I swear I'll start being nicer to people.
I'll let go of the past and try to mend broken bonds. I'll hang out with Joey Tabi for christsakes, as long as this isn't something serious.
Please?
This pain in my head is killing me.
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