Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Stare on, stare on.
I hate it how everyone around me is crumbling and all I can do is
stare on, because I am a fucking coward whose courage is always just, half-there. It's not that I don't care enough.
Move. At times my body doesn't do what my brain tells it to do, and at times I find myself doing things against my better judgement.
of course it always comes with a price. My actions either come through the wrong way, or don't come out at all. (Oh yeah, my geog's actually more screwed up than I thought it was.) And words, I am hopeless with words. I am so fucking useless. Usually I just pray for it to all
stop, but of course things don't happen like that. Maybe it has something to do with seeing too many things, smiling at everyone when things
aren't alright at all because I'm expected to and these people don't deserve the worry
(although it'll be nice if they thought about it once in a while) or being told to shut up at home, I don't know, I'm going off track, and I'm already tired.
And you, I don't know what to think of you. You're just half-there.
