No point in telling her anymore. I see how this world works. I'm dismissed before I can even get a chance. She has no interest in me. I shouldn't be surprised or care as much as I do, nevertheless its hard not to. This life should be rewarding with or without a girl in my life. So why cant I stop thinking about her? My brain is tired right now, and thats all thats on my mind. Its the same old song and dance, same old story. The record keeps playing and skipping along the same old song. This blog feels like deja vu. I have written this same thing once before.
My heart aches, cold to the touch, meaningless defiance in utter despair meets a chilling dark infinite oblivion that has my name scratched deep within the skin. These four walls know my emotion, much like my scarred arms know my sadness and frustration. Is there no room for good in this world anymore? Or am I simply no longer a good person?
