2:21 p.m.
January 02, 2004
When I'm depressed, this diary is mopey. When I'm in a good mood, it's pointless. I have the worst diary ever.
Right now, I'm in a depressed, screaming rage. But rather than try to scream about it, I think I'll try to put it to use.
Go
Stop
Believing that your
Ever-present reasoning could
Go
It's broken now and
You don't know how to come to terms that
You
Could every day accept them
Try to numb your life away
And they say
That every song that can be written will be written in ten years
Well, I've been writing, I don't believe that that allays my fears
Because when everything is done my life's just arrears
Go, go, go
Well, it's not worth it
Go, go, go
You'll believe I try
Go, go, go
But I've been thinking
Go, go, go
Alright alright
I
Have lived through this
For six or seven years and
Why
Can't I improvise
Another mile's inside
Damn!
I just try and and try
I'm not getting anywhere at all
Please call
Just to have a conversation, I wish I was normal just like you
Help me eradicate all the notions I've pushed myself through
You wouldn't believe that this shit I'm thinking has almost been askewed
Go, go, go
Well, it's not worth it
Go, go, go
You'll believe I try
Go, go, go
But I've been thinking
Go, go, go