I see the truth....I'm about to break.
Linkin' Park is reading my mind.
Really, the song lyrics, "crawling in my skin, these wounds will not heal..." is a way to describe this period in my life. I feel so goddamned lonely. I know I just wrote about this a few days ago, but it hasn't changed. I'm going to go to bed, wish, wonder, desire, and hope. I cannot go to the hospital and check myself in for loneliness.
Where are those Angels, when you need them? Why do we crucify ourselves every day?
-Tori
Everything has been said, and I can borrow others' words to try to make some sense of my life. I am staying awake because I don't want to be alone. There is some comfort in the computer like the sounds of keys and affectionately bouncing my fingers on each key hoping for clarity. I have music and loads of information right here contained in this little unit that I don't fully grasp.
Again, I'm so alone tonight, my head feels larger than when I was small. I think pain is far more beautiful than happiness. Maybe that's a problem.
