I don't know why i bother adding a new journal entry almost everyday when no one reads it or comments it. Its kinda pointless dont ya think?
I dont have much to say today. Im tired, bored and lonely but thats nothing new. Im not sayin this so people can feel bad for me or take pitty on me. Im just sayin it cuz theres nothing else to do and this is a place for me to get away. "Everything's easy if we just play dead" That's so true.
Damn, if i didnt have music whut would i do? I probably woulda over dosed a long time ago when i was heavy into pills. I often wonder whut it would be like to die. Sometimes when i lay in my bed at night b4 falling asleep i tend to picture my own funeral and who would be there and whut they would be doin or saying. Call it fucked up or depressing, whut ever you want. But thats how my mind works. Im sorry i cant help it. Im done. Later
"But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger, Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me, Made things harder at best, And these words changing nothing
As your body remains, And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next, But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?"
I dont have much to say today. Im tired, bored and lonely but thats nothing new. Im not sayin this so people can feel bad for me or take pitty on me. Im just sayin it cuz theres nothing else to do and this is a place for me to get away. "Everything's easy if we just play dead" That's so true.
Damn, if i didnt have music whut would i do? I probably woulda over dosed a long time ago when i was heavy into pills. I often wonder whut it would be like to die. Sometimes when i lay in my bed at night b4 falling asleep i tend to picture my own funeral and who would be there and whut they would be doin or saying. Call it fucked up or depressing, whut ever you want. But thats how my mind works. Im sorry i cant help it. Im done. Later
"But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger, Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me, Made things harder at best, And these words changing nothing
As your body remains, And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next, But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?"