October 2010
sometimes i get ahead of myself
when people bother me.
it's pretty sad that..
the little blue pill i take everyday shapes my thoughts into liveable, optimistic ones; protects me from my actual thoughts.
heaven forbid i go a day completely free minded. i would torture myself with what-ifs. sometimes i think i can’t do anything right. not on this drug, i don’t. Sad.. that i need it to hide who i became after he destroyed me, or after i destroyed myself..?
I want...