i'm empty..

I feel light, too void to be recognized as human. it felt as thought i might have to relinquish happiness, fall head over heels all over again into being emo. I might have to slice my wrist to feel weight again..

BUT I wont..

I feel useless. Of all the rubbish ideas I'd always have, what sort of rubbish am I? I can't even come up with a genuine idea of a gift. Time's everything that I wish I had more.

What if I don't see her on the 31st? What if she's gone for the rest of my life?
I don't know..

Oh forget it, SM..

"I keep thinking times will never change, keep on thinking things will be the same"