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[Oct. 10th, 2005|05:57 pm] |
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| | the soind of sirens | ] | as i sit here in this empty room i start to wonder if anyone would miss me if i died. come to think of it......nobody would even realize that i was gone to begine with. at times like this i just hate myself for being me, i wish i could be somebody that people like not just somebody that people pretend to like but secretly talk about them behind their back. i just think that my like is ruined. i wish i could just crawl in a corner and disappear |
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