Some Days...
I just feel like everything passes right through me. Words. Sounds. Expressions.
They all just seem to phase through my body - as if I don’t even consciously register that it’s happening, and yet my body just numbly reacts to it accordingly. I suppose this is what they mean by auto-pilot.
I just feel so empty. Like something is missing. Like something will always be missing from me. I feel.. I feel.. * I *feel. Me, Me, Me. Is that who it’s all about? Am I really that self centered? Am I honestly that selfish? Maybe I’d much rather hate myself than anyone else. Maybe it’s easier to find the blame within me, than it is to peg it on someone else. Maybe I’m just a sick ******** who enjoys to be self loathing. Maybe I’m just pathetic.
..yeah. yeah, that could be it.
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Acidic Succubus
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