Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Marshal. You Have No Friends.

  I am like the sun sometimes... I come and go as I please. And no one notices. But they would care if I stopped coming and going, if I left this world behind.

I almost wish I hadn't done it. Because I know your going to ask me if I did. I don't want to lie. Its a difficult thing to hide... I'm feeling 10 pounds heavier. But I've barely eaten today. I'm also relieved. But in the back of my mind I'm worrying, of course, as usual.
Worrying you will see.
Worrying that I myself will show it to you!
Worrying you will tell.
Worrying I will shed the first tear.
Like I said, a difficult thing to hide. Ugh, fast food. fast food. Family, why? Family, school. Pressure. Pressure. Blood. Boyfriend? No sleep. Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty Guilty. Love. Ah, bugs. Guilty.



“A guilty conscience needs no accuser”

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