i guess this is how it's supposed to work i keep writing and writing and spewing worthless **** that's been said thousands of times before but i can't do anything else i need to empty myself i need to feel something i, i, i, i, i, always about me that's all i know and even that i don't understand much at all me, me, me, me, me ***** me i am loved i am worth it but ****** do i want to be? all these ties are supposed to keep me from falling but they're dragging me down little bows and red strings from my heart i wish i was alone i wish these thoughts would end