Huh!
Maybe I still can; it's not to late to think of something...is it?
Oh, dear, the energy they ooze is...intoxicating; in the best way possible.
"Just get away from me'cause I'll never be who you want me to be"
People say holding on to the past is not healthy but my past is a part of me-I can not cut out a part of my mind can I? Christ, I just recalled the days that started and ended with checking my MySpace account, the thrill of every new comment, the online friendships that felt almost real. Chimp. Vampee. Life was good. I miss it.
Ever since I developed an ego out of the blissful childhood ignorance a suspicion started to grow that there’s no meaning to life. But in my youth that grim perspective was partially neutralized by the hope that time might prove it wrong. And now that hope is gone (for good?). Such a faith I wish to no one. It makes minutes seem hours, endless hours of sadness.