Well another rainy day once again…. and this morning it looked so nice… Well i went to church and had fun then went to the nursing home to sing Let Me Call You Sweetheart. Now most people would find that moronic, but in all honesty…. you feel 20 times better once you see them smile… and now I’m at my sister’s. I refuse to go home. Whenever I’m home I’m so unhappy…. what does this mean??? Honestly I am a whole lot happier when I’m out of my house… maybe it’s because some of the people I live with. Just for once I wish that some of my family members would give me a decent amount of respect… is that too much to ask? Ahh I’m not gonna go into my problems… it’s not a topic most people are interested in. But at least I got to get out a few frustrations… and am hopefully looking foward to going to Gettysburg to go see Crutch again with End Of Me and Narcissus… gotta find a ride first…
And now I leave you with some good Crutch lyrics…
Cries for help so loud that no one hears them, cries for help so loud that no one answers. Weakened heart, hardened eyes broken and torn by the twisting knife of depression. Ripping and destroying at the sould like a disease. Suppressed pain, the hurt remains. Cold, alone, neglected, resilience has worn thin. Stretched until he stretched no longer, paralyzed and numb, all feelings gone, no hope left to cling to. Slipping off the edge the only answer clear . . . Flesh against metal, desperate measures. Metal against metal, consuming fire. Metal agains flesh, pain no longer. Bitter cold engulfs, premature release. Sorrow embraces acquaintances. Questions arise of why, the answers are all so clear, tragedy enabled by fear. Shut of by those who cried. We turned our backs yet surprised that he died. We’re to blame. We did everything and nothing to prevent this tragedy. Why can’t we see? We never lent a hand or showed that we cared in any way. We’re the ones with the blood stained hands
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