Post by Logan on Jun 19, 2009 22:21:12 GMT -5
I'm so tired of you.. Yes, I am. You take me on a roller coaster ride that I do not wish to get on, I do want to, but, it's not going to help me.. I'm addicted to the self peer pressure. Damn you I say. You expect what? Hours of my time? Days of my time? Years? You got it. It's there.. it's so happened. What do you give in return, I say? Headache. Hats off to what you are today, hats off to the ones who don't 'see the light', hats off to the ones you've blinded... cheers! Enjoy yourself.
Like someone else said with the same common sense, "I can't be assed". And as addictive and satisfying as you can be, NO, I can't be assed either.
My mind has changed already. I don't regret what's been said, I just know, I know that I'll never be able to get away.. I'll be a slave. I don't want to be a slave. I don't want to share my creative output here. I don't want you no more. I just want to break away, get off you, get away! Help me break the cling, free the routine of this all.
It can't be helped.. it's been ten years afterall, half of my life... why..? A cent hasn't been made, so.. why? People have hobbies, they do, but ten years isn't a hobby, it's a sickness. I do not want anything, I just want peace. Give mister obvious peace. Yeah? I 'returned'? I'll never leave. This cannot leave me..
I pray it closes, yes, I pray it all just shuts down. It'll relief me. Then I'll read old happenings and mourn, like a drunkard up late sipping his favorite poison.. I shall mourn. OR..
I'll just get over you. I have, after all, experienced plenty to get over. My age has lived a life time. A sibling I grown with is now permanently numb below the neck, a world was made fatherless, a bride to be found more interest in a best childhood friend.. is it me? Or did someone just randomly point me out and pick this route? It can happen to anyone, right? ONE bad day, ONE bad month, ONE bad life. It's been inspiration for this 'hobby', it's always fueled it. Depression and happiness fuels the soul, I'm stuck in between. I have nothing to be happy about nor sad. Me and Spock could make great friends emotion-wise. You won't care. This isn't or never will be a simple community to care about, nothing typed into words will give a saddening human response.
Leave or go? This all soothes the soul. I'm not sure, I never will be sure..
Why do things happen.. so horribly.. ? Why can't things just be.. medium, content ? Is this just a huge test? Am I sleeping..? Yes, it's just a dream, right? Yes! I only hope. YOU sooth the soul, YOU give me a place to pour. I'll never leave you, I'll never give you full attention, it'll never be.
Like someone else said with the same common sense, "I can't be assed". And as addictive and satisfying as you can be, NO, I can't be assed either.
My mind has changed already. I don't regret what's been said, I just know, I know that I'll never be able to get away.. I'll be a slave. I don't want to be a slave. I don't want to share my creative output here. I don't want you no more. I just want to break away, get off you, get away! Help me break the cling, free the routine of this all.
It can't be helped.. it's been ten years afterall, half of my life... why..? A cent hasn't been made, so.. why? People have hobbies, they do, but ten years isn't a hobby, it's a sickness. I do not want anything, I just want peace. Give mister obvious peace. Yeah? I 'returned'? I'll never leave. This cannot leave me..
I pray it closes, yes, I pray it all just shuts down. It'll relief me. Then I'll read old happenings and mourn, like a drunkard up late sipping his favorite poison.. I shall mourn. OR..
I'll just get over you. I have, after all, experienced plenty to get over. My age has lived a life time. A sibling I grown with is now permanently numb below the neck, a world was made fatherless, a bride to be found more interest in a best childhood friend.. is it me? Or did someone just randomly point me out and pick this route? It can happen to anyone, right? ONE bad day, ONE bad month, ONE bad life. It's been inspiration for this 'hobby', it's always fueled it. Depression and happiness fuels the soul, I'm stuck in between. I have nothing to be happy about nor sad. Me and Spock could make great friends emotion-wise. You won't care. This isn't or never will be a simple community to care about, nothing typed into words will give a saddening human response.
Leave or go? This all soothes the soul. I'm not sure, I never will be sure..
Why do things happen.. so horribly.. ? Why can't things just be.. medium, content ? Is this just a huge test? Am I sleeping..? Yes, it's just a dream, right? Yes! I only hope. YOU sooth the soul, YOU give me a place to pour. I'll never leave you, I'll never give you full attention, it'll never be.