June 9, 2011

my life has become a boring pop song and everyone is singing along

All my thoughts wasted, all of my gas gone.
My seconds being ripped from me, torn from me.
Because you thought it would be worth it.
You weren't. If my nights are spent back in my lovely
little apartment, at least i'm with kind room mates, good food,
no family struggles and my own mind to work out.
After what you did to it.
 If I detached myself from everyone who shouldn't be in my life,
I might be alone. I settle.
And while my nauseus stomach is rolling every day, and my
anxiety is mutliplying by the day, I can only hope it will all get better.

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