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2004-08-16 ~ 8:56 p.m.
Broken MasksThis is me, focing myself to sit and write, to do something 'normal' and 'express my thoughts and feelings'. This is me holding on by a thread, and watching the scissors come closer. This is me, watching myself become one of those people that drive me crazy because they are always upset and there seems no way to fix it. This is me watching the people around me go from frustration, to indifference. This is me hurting so bad that if it were physical, I would be bleeding to death. This is me, wanting to be anyone but me. This is me......with my masks mashed on the floor around me. This is me, fading. | ||
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