glass

it's a sickening process, this day to day sleep. never awake, just a facade.


i know what you want, i know what i want, but do we know what we want?
i guess you should know it's not just an age thing. How young i am, how young we are.
I'm really just not ready, really.

sometimes i feel as if i can do anything. sometimes i feel as if i can do nothing.
you make me feel like i can't do anything; no, not really. i do.

my fingernails are peeling.

in all honesty i can not even begin to imagine what you're thinking. your entire mind focused on one thing, and i in complete disarray. i'm sick of this house. i hold your own feelings, worship, and even love in contempt. i wish i could get out, the only thing keeping me is lack of coordination. leave me alone.

in other days everything is not that way; but i'm feeling odd.