i'm very lonely and i feel like a waste of space. all i have are photographs and i long for her touch. all i have is an empty pill bottle and i long for the high. i miss amber. i miss Carol much much more. i miss alcohol. i miss shrooms. i miss my friends. i miss everything. everyone's moved on, and i'm back in a rut because i've done the only thing i can do: self-sacrifice. i'm not by any means impressed with my deeds; quite the contrary. i'm almost sick of everyone. i miss them, my friends, and yet sometimes i begin to hate them. all i do is cut my rope and fall off the rock so they can make it to the top. i gve them a push, slice my own rope (and body) and i fall. time and time again i give everything up and get worse things in reutrn.
my luck blows.
it has taken a good turn and i found employment at Universal Studios, though currently only for Halloween Horror Nights. i hope to make it full-time because i want to make short films and take them to Sundance and Canns. i love film.
but more than that i love my friends and Carol.
i'm just dying all over.
i need someone to hold on to, someone who can fall asleep in my arms.... i need that right now. i haven't had physical contact in so long i'm afraid that i won't know how to handle it when someone shakes my hand, let alone hug me.
i've reclused, god damnit, and given in to my vampirism. all i seek is blood. forget friendships and physical contact. my pain is so great that i require new life essence.
i can't stand ity when the demons look at me like that.
nevermind, i doubt any of you have any idea what the fuck i'm talking about, and everyone thinks i'm a delusionairy schizophrenic, anyways.
i hate myself.
the________mike
my luck blows.
it has taken a good turn and i found employment at Universal Studios, though currently only for Halloween Horror Nights. i hope to make it full-time because i want to make short films and take them to Sundance and Canns. i love film.
but more than that i love my friends and Carol.
i'm just dying all over.
i need someone to hold on to, someone who can fall asleep in my arms.... i need that right now. i haven't had physical contact in so long i'm afraid that i won't know how to handle it when someone shakes my hand, let alone hug me.
i've reclused, god damnit, and given in to my vampirism. all i seek is blood. forget friendships and physical contact. my pain is so great that i require new life essence.
i can't stand ity when the demons look at me like that.
nevermind, i doubt any of you have any idea what the fuck i'm talking about, and everyone thinks i'm a delusionairy schizophrenic, anyways.
i hate myself.
the________mike