&
don’t know don’t know don’t know
there are some things i’m just so certain of, yet i have moments like last night, of complete and utter confusion.
up & down & down & up & up & up & down…. it’s like a whirlwind. i’m entirely, completely caught up.
sick of the cold, the tired, the sore feet, being out, wanting bed
i couldn’t help it, i’m sorry, but i have needs too.
how dare you, how dare you
when you know it’s the wrong thing, but stubbornly do what you want anyway
you knew it’d hurt, not help
crying and crying, over nothing and over everything, just can’t stop
i smashed the heart, the room’s a mess
hot water’s run out, no shower, and the kettle is broken.
today it feels as if everything’s falling down around me, although there’s so much possibility right now, so many prospects, and who even knows what will happen…
this everlasting rain.. it pains me and makes me happy at the same time, comfort
happy & crazy & sad & tired & loverrly & needing & wanting & frustrated & confused & love & everything & nothing & boredom & overspending & stress & too, too much
sometimes i have moments where i question everything that this is,
& i don’t know what i want, yet i do know exactly, but i question it anyway.
today, everything just feels like nothing.
jaded
Wishmaster’s a Nightwish album.
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Love you, Love this entry. xx
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screw everything then. do what makes you happy. you have the same rights as everyone! stop thinking woman!. you’re running out of energy. wish you happiness
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i re-read this and i can remember the feeling, but i can’t remember what happened. i can’t remember what it was about. that scares me
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What a delayed response :p
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Everything is just so f*cked up at the moment and I am sitting here and letting everyone tell me that it’s not f*cked up. So. I don’t know. And this note would be more effective if I could actually just type f*ck but I’m not aloud and that’s exactly how everything is so f*cked up. xx
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I have considered but I don’t have the money. I can’t afford to go to someone for them to tell me that I am mentally unstable. I know quite well that I am mentall unstable. It’s been bad. But f*ck it. Who cares anymore. xx
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U.P.D.A.T.E!
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