| | 4:00 AM; it seems as if the night has only begun. I can't recall the last time I've actually slept and I've comepletely lost track -if not all recurring memory of what day it is. I like to think the music is what's driving me. Or maybe it's just the consistant concauctions of my experimentalism and longing for something more. No, not more... try, different. That doesn't seem to work much either.
The voices are so misleading.
What a horrible thought to think that summer is at it's very verge of ending. I have yet to live. And to believe, I'm not sick but I'm not well. And i'm also in a terribly dire need of comfort. I can be awfully pathetic sometimes.
"With insomnia, you're never really asleep or awake."
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I'd like to turn off time and kill my mind. You kill my mind
PARANOIA, PARANOIA
Everybody's coming to get me. Just say you never met me.
I'm going underground with the moles. Hear the voices in my head - I swear to god it sounds like snoring. But if you're bored, than you're boring.
The agony & the irony are killing me.
...
"Glimpse of Schizophrenia."
Fin. |
| | Posted 8/15/2005 4:10 AM - 1 View - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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