Sometimes I feel like I am following a map. This map fits in my pocket along with my Libertines cd and a few odd books. Maybe some good shit. Alot of shit could fit in my back pocket through life. Anyways, back to the map. Its folded in my back pocket but i cant really find the fucking resting ground. I feel as if my legs took me South but my heart is headed North. I've forgotten what it was like to live happily. It may be the spark of moving down a grade in life. Back to where the bad memories started. What can I say, poor.
So I've falled apart again. I am rolling down this hill and no one seems to listen to my screams, and you know the word EMO is used way to frequently to descibe one's inner feelings of self hatred. Im going to try to call people that less. I ran into someone today who wanted to konw what was wrong with me. . I looked at them and walked away. This person called me emo. That was the worst word i could hear at the time.
Im not sure why I am in this mood. The feeling of being alone I take it. The feeling of not having a single REAL friend. I have alot of those friends you make while waiting in line for a band or just meeting because your brothers friends with his brother and voila you meet one day and boom. . . your just friends. Its not friendship i need. Its just a person who will take 10 min out of there day to figure out why I am so down these days. Why I cant stand to wake up every morning and why I resent ever breathing.
I'll get over it. I guess. I will be ok in a few months when the shows start up again and my life is fast again and I cant take time to just breathe . .
breathing is key
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