morbidhippie's Diaryland Diary -- perhaps tired isn't the right word. -- weary. -- thats better. --- so yes, here i am. tired as all shit. i always think it's funny that the urge to 'off' ones self, rarely comes whilst one is experiencing one of her saddest moments. it comes with remiscing. it comes with thinking things over. with dwelling on things. wasting time again. -- hmm and it comes with tiredness. -- and no matter where it stems from, it never stops being pathetic. and it never stops being oh, so inviting. -- ahh dear. so, so tired. -- so many contradictions. we are all full of contradictions. we're all lost. we all pretend, we all have to make those decisions. we all suck. -- we all need to recognise these things, and move forward. -- perhaps i should start with myself then. but oh, no. too comfortable in here. in the lounge room of my mind... so i'll just do it later right. -- what makes you think that you'll have time? -- she disgusts me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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