Life would be so much easier if I could just accept things.
Accept that this is true, no questions asked.
The questions are what's making me insane.
Searching, but never answers...only more questions...
Why did I have to be cursed with such an inquisitive nature?
Can I change it?
I can't trust my thoughts anymore. I don't know if they're
mine or if they're just regurgitation.
Years of repititionrepititionrepititionrepititionandshit.
Repitition killed my soul and left a numb min#@%@#%
i c a ant't
I need to find some suitable release.
Let me forget that I exist for a moment.
And I will be at peace.
(Never at peace, I just ignore the thoughts and the doubt...)
I can't tell you more because you wouldn't understand.
So this is how it ends?!?!?
so this is how it ends.