Hey Gus.
I’m getting anxious.
Having second thoughts.
And suddenly wanting anyone else to control my decisions.
Anyone but me.
Responsibility.
Oh, man.
I’m getting anxious.
Having second thoughts.
And suddenly wanting anyone else to control my decisions.
Anyone but me.
Responsibility.
Oh, man.
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that is exactly how I felt right before I got married… and changed careers… and srarted master’s school… and both times I graduated college… meaning: it’s good. 🙂 Susie
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aww if i had a dime for everytime i felt this way, i’d be rich!
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…do tell.
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The fever, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren’t too hard to sell. Die young and save yourself. The tickle, the taste of… It used to be the reason I breathed but now it’s choking me up. Die young and save yourself.
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omg that is terrible about your friends. i would be so mad! did you take the pictures in your front page? where was the one with the red field taken?
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Tis but a song. Although, I wish to die right now. I’m well aware of myself and the selfish decision that would be. Could I bring myself to ever even TRY to kill myself? Doubtful, very doubtful. I can’t even THINK about killing myself most of the time. But sometimes dying seems more pleasing than living, ya know?
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