A lot of my friends ask me "why?" to things like, "He's my everything and I can't live without him!!!"
Why? Because he makes me forget myself, my agony, my secret life. The one I don't talk about.
Why?
Because it hurts me so.
Why?
My secret life- Crying late at night into my pillowcase, silently as not to disturb other peoples sweet dreams. you ever looked into my eyes after I was zoning out? Did you ever realize how empty and sad they looked? How vacant and dark, their contents spilled out in a pool of crimson red? And the cause of all this, my souveir undiagnosed depression with suicidal tendancies. Oh, and my undiagnosed (self-diagnosed, which dosn't count) schizophrenia. Yeah, I have issues.
As some wise jackass once said, "There are plenty of girls in the world. Why choose a broken one?"
Well, I guess I can see where that jackass gets his thoughts from. I'm not perfect, I'm not beautiful, but are you? Are you one to judge me for not being Farrah Faucett? Are YOU flawless in every way? No! So think about what you say about my chemically inbalanced brain before my imbalanced foot kicks your inbalanced ass! (I watch That '70s Show too much...)
(Directed to... Well, we all know, even he does, so here you go, love:)
Why?
-- Post From My iPhone
