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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

big boys do cry... in your face, fergie!

roger federer cried...

...just wanted you to know. anyway, the main thing now is that i am just on the very brink of imploding. maybe when i do, i'd do it in a corner in the bathroom. this overwhelming feeling of hatred and anger and disappointment has been consuming so much of my energy for the past couple of days. and i dont even know the reason behind all this rage. wait, i probably do, but i just dont feel like talking about it. right now, i'm just busy being mad.

i feel more alone than ever. it's possibly all these teenage hormones and stuff but what if it's not? it's just hard to explain. but then maybe it's not hard to explain... maybe, MAYBE i just dont wanna talk about it!

oh god.



Unwell - Matchbox Twenty

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearin' voices telling me that I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for somethin'
Hold on I'm feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be, me

I'm talkin' to myself in public, dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talkin' about me
I can hear them whisper, and it makes me think
There must be somethin' wrong with me
Out of all the hours thinkin', somehow I've lost my mind

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be

I've been talkin' in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're takin' me away

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be yeah, how I used to be

How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be, how I used to be

I'm just a little unwell.




a little, is a HUGE understatement.

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