Monday, October 12, 2009
Freaking
I have so many regrets I dont know what to do with myself anymore. I don't know why I did those things... they seemed like a good idea at the moment! And of course, now, i walk down the hall with all the trillions of mistakes, staring me down. Even if they're not in the eyes of others, they're on the walls. They ridicule every step I take. What if it was wrong? What can they see? And now that we're nearing midnight, I am haunted. I want to scream to them all, that it was not a good idea! S***, I don't even know quite what I'm saying anymore. Just - don't judge. And every word I say is documented to use against me, everything I say, how do I know where it goes from there? People kidnap my words, and take them elsewhere. My ind runs with thoughts, pleas, so fast, that I almost say them. But then I'd just be that much more crazy.
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3 comments:
regret is truly the stalker-est of stalkers. but you can beat it back. one thing i have learned... drastic change = loss of regret
yes. and isnt't hat interesting? it's the drastic changes that you don't do that you regret, rather than the ones you do do.
..i understand u might have made mistakes, but dont worry....u rnt a mass murderer or anything :)
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