The Ride

I wonder why I can’t just stop this roller coaster at the top of the highest hill… put on the brakes and freeze it so I can be up higher than a ferris wheel, able to see the world in all directions?

Why is it instead that the hills last for so short of a time, yet the dips seem to go on forever?

I’m tired of hurting…
…of worrying
…of anger
…of fighting
…of living

The really amusing part is that she’ll let go of me so easily, yet fight tooth and nail for that ass. Goes to show just how great “friendship” is. Bullshit. I don’t think I want friends anymore.

I just keep telling myself.. I’ll see my Angel soon. Then I will be happy.

For how long…?