pulloffmywings

i'm running away. yup. long beach, here i come...

so today i finally heard from the states attorney. and what a surprise, they aren't doing shit against the guy that raped me. and to make matters worse, they did the most offensive thing ever: they attached a copy of PROSTITUTION codes on the letter. i'm a dancer who was raped, and they give me a freakin prositution bullshit letter. what the fuck is that? i'm so upset.... times 100

i feel like i'm dying again inside. i'm so depressed, for no reason whatsoever. i hate my town, i hate my roomates, i hate my "friends", i hate my life. will it never end? i feel like curling up in a ball and never leaving, but that would mean i'm stuck.... here. *shudders*. there's nothing for me here. no one for me. maybe this will all go away tommorrow. hopefully....

"and she told me to leave" - lost prophets

and to it all
falling down
who's in touch with everyone who ever stood their ground?
if you could then i know i do to
lost inside a maze of problems with you

is it so hard
every time i say
won't you come and fight with me
because if i thought i were you
every word i say
would come out wrong and make you look the other way
you know, if i thought i were you,
time and time again
and if i did we won't be friends

and tell me i'm brought down again
never the one i'd explain

can't you ..., don't you lie
there've been times when i've felt good because you're hurt inside
no that's not true i'm just acting tough
i don't know what it is i'm feeling
i don't know if you are enough

so answer that you never know
don't want it back it seems to go
its so hard, so hard

cos i feel alive and it feels alright
keep on telling me that its over please
and i feel the one
lying in the sun
(could i, should i, would i....)
its so hot in here
its the clothes i wear
don't you even ask
i wont let you pass
but my guard is up
and you stole his care
(could i, should i, would i....)