� -F-O- � 2006-01-19 � 12:07 a.m. �
Sometimes I hate myself... and there isn't a single love song you can sing that will change that.
Sometimes I do know who I am better than you know me...
Sometimes I'm sad... and angry... and wishing I wasn't alive... let alone awake.
That doesn't make me manic... or insane or depressed.... nor suicidal.
I don't have the balls to slit my wrists anyway.
It makes me human... and god forbid... normal. I know you're not used that... but being a freak takes a lot out of me... and I need a break.
Why can't I have that... when you get your crackpipe and your designer weed... and the only thing you get to think about is your life... and all your petty pretty things.
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