My s**t is falling apart. No, my life is fine, my life is dandy. But I cannot get my s**t together.
The seams are breaking, the skeleton is falling. It sucks.
I hate having to face another day. There's nothing there, there's far too much.
I've said this before, but I don't want to be dead, I don't want to be alive. I want to be nonexistant.
I keep getting it wrong, I keep falling backwards. I'm tired of not trying hard enough, I'm tired of not going anywhere. Yeah sure, just enjoy the ride, but there's not an awful lot to enjoy. Not when you're so alone, not when there's no point, no purpose.
Faaarrk.
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The Rantings of Her.
I will put up here rants that I have. Rants of myself, rants at the world.
I'm blunt, I'm emotional, I occasionally swear a lot.
I also ponder. I ponder about many things. My head is a messed up little placed crammed full of awesomeness.
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