10/14/06 06:00 pm

How can one live like there's no tomorrow when hope is said to arise with the sun the next morning. Yet tomorrow's sorrow could just be right here right now driving fear into your bones. The chill of loneliness is not a rush of blood to your head but a gush of puke. When will things be o.k. I dnt want to live in my nightmare but opening my eyes aint making things any better. The real world doesnt stop revolving, the real you never live in luxury. Nobody will wait cos when you fall, you just got to lift your fat arse off. I dnt want to sink either cos I am so afraid when darkness envelops me. Its just too much to handle. Its tiring when wild thoughts run around in the head, it goes on cos there's no corners for any retreat. And how the hell can one sing that the day that they die will be the happiest day of their life when they have not even experienced it. They will probably be the ones to laugh last. If I live each day wondering about tomorrow, it will soon be a fucking routine that brings nothing but fear. Why the fuck is there even something called Plans when its just something that will be screwed up. Insanity will be the best cure for this world I live in. I wish you are here beside me...