I feel angry...very very angry.
I know what's wrong with everything...me the source of my anger is of my own creation.
I'm dumb. I'm dumb. I'm so dumb.
I'm a good person and I deserve to be happy. No matter how ardently I believe the contrary to this statement I can convince myself that I deserve to be happy, so why can't others?
What is it? (why can't I seem to finish a train of thought?)
You'll never know the
chances you missed out on
because you were too
busy shredding your wings
I'm jealous. The little green monster is eating me up inside. Everytime I look at her I realise how meager I am in comparison, in every aspect. Talent, Kindness, Ethics, Patience, Beauty, Eloquence...
I'm jealous. There is no longer a smile in his eyes when he sees me. There's always one ready when she enters the room. She's beautiful. I'm such a pessimist.
But no one will be able to satisfy you, or fill your need to be loved, accepted, and treasured because you are too busy shredding your wings.
I was never this way before. I've never been this far off on anything until now. I've never had a problem speaking up or stating my mind. My convictions have left me. My head and my heart have never been this conflicted before, and it's drving me insane.
Follow Your Gut. Shut Up and Live. If There's Any Doubt, There's Only Doubt.
My life, it seems, is filled with nothing but empty words and promises made and broken by the ones I love...so tell me.
What's the point of love?
"Love is the only thing that is truly chaotic"