Life, Liberty, The Pursuit of Happiness.
Such a cliche phrase.
I'd never had such of that.
"Leave me alone!" I say.
Never heard by associates.
The fools, the fools.
Quietly speaking to close friends,
whispering deepest secrets.
Yet I cannot tell it
when it matters the most.
What made me feel this way?
Self-hating? Low? Worthless?
Was it pity? Fear of the future?
Or something bigger?
I want to know
but when dead inside,
it's pretty hard to ask.
Favourite genre of music: Metal Operating System: Vista MP3 player of choice: Ipod nano 4G Shell of choice: my room Personal Quote: 'You're shitting me'
Sick of looking at my shitty old art/writing that fucking no one looked at. It's going away, I'm too dumb to figure out how to put it in storage and too lazy to make another account.