"Begin anew?" i think to myself as i huddle in the corner of this cold damp room, with all the lights out, and steeped in gloom. why me, what did i do? everytime something like this happens, inside i turn blue. everytime im on some kind of emotional high it turns upside down and inside out. ill be angry and ready to fight, but after its over and i do what i came to do, i fall into the lowest depths of tartarus and i begin to rue. i wish i could just start over, or begin again. but its useless for me to think like that, for that just represents seconds lost that ill never get again. i try to treasure the moments when im happy and free, because, at those times im even nice to the bee's. but they dont last long, they're like moments in time. or even little glipses seen through these eyes. soon i must return to reality, or is it all just a lie?
February 2, 2012