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If you like me, look up.
11.11.2009
"You like me. You like me. Look up if you like me. Look up if you like me. Look up if you like me."
sad to say but, i've said those kinda things more than once...
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Hey Jude
11.09.2009
Una forma sencilla de aprender/entender la letra de la canciòn ;)
There's no stadistics for chaos
11.06.2009
I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is
I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive agressive." And to not have to take the medicine he gives me, which is too expensive for my dad. And to not have to talk about bad memories with him. Or be nostalgic about bad things
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big
-perks of being a wallflower, by stephen chbosky.
Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I've been watching cable television and eating jello.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is
I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive agressive." And to not have to take the medicine he gives me, which is too expensive for my dad. And to not have to talk about bad memories with him. Or be nostalgic about bad things
I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big
-perks of being a wallflower, by stephen chbosky.