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PUnK PiXiE (ransom_worthy) wrote,
@ 2003-04-14 00:24:00
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    Current mood:hurt
    Current music:Overjoyed: Charles Grigsby

    ~*~ I'm Not Crazy, I'm Just A Little Unwell~*~
    I'm so sick of my life. I'm don't mean to complain, but I really feel like I should say that.

    Most of you know me pretty well. You know how I am, and how I feel about things. And that I really don't have much of, if any self esteem. And all he does is push me and push me and bring me down even more. Why? I don't want to hear that I'm fat or ugly or stupid everyday in my life. I can't handle that. But I have to when all Dad does is make me feel like I'm not good enough. How could you be so stupid? Your putting on a little weight. Everyday. I hate it. I absolutely hate it. How am I ever going to feel like I'm good enough for anyone when I know now that I'm not.


    Just once in my life, I want to feel like I'm okay. Like I'm a good person. Like I deserve happiness and good things. I deserve to feel loved. I do right? I mean I guess I do. Everyone does. So I guess that includes me.



    Over time
    I've been building my castle of love
    Just for two
    Though you never knew you were my reason

    I've gone much too far
    For you now to say
    That I've got to throw
    My castle away

    Over dreams
    I have picked out a perfect come true
    Though you never knew it was of you I've been dreaming

    The sandman has come
    From too far away
    For you to say
    Come back some other day

    And though you don't believe that they do
    They do come true
    For did my dreams
    Come true when I looked at you
    And maybe too if you would believe
    You too might be
    Overjoyed
    Over loved
    Over me

    Over hearts
    I have painfully turned every stone
    Just to find
    I had found what I've
    searched to discover

    I've come much too far
    For me now to find
    The love that I sought
    Can never be mine

    And though you don't believe that they do
    They do come true
    For did my dreams
    Come true when I looked at you
    And maybe too if you would believe
    You too might be
    Overjoyed
    Over loved
    Over me

    And though the odds say improbable
    What do they know
    For in romance
    All true love needs is a chance
    And maybe with a chance you will find
    You too like I
    Overjoyed
    Over loved
    Over you

    Over you...


    That songs been going through my head all day. Yeah. For good reason. Yeah. That's all I really feel like saying,

    I wish I knew where my knife is. Fuck my month and two weeks. Fuck it It doesnt matter anymore



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