Sunday, January 11, 2009
Cure the pain.
I do not want this. This heavy, prolonged spunk. Or funk. This "I want to leave". Nasty and heartless thoughts resound in my mind. I do not want to feel like I need to scream and hurl insults at passersby. I do not want to criticize everyone I know. I do not want this separate mind. I do not want to hate my father. He really makes it easy to though. He has really shown me how to care for someone. (Sarcasm. Get it?) He makes me walk away, and he never, ever chases after. GAh. I can't even write anymore, my mind is too scattered and distracted.