panic. and boys.
December 10, 2002 @ 1:56 p.m.
I don't feel...quite right. There's something about something that I can't place but it doesn't feel right. If I had a chance, I'd pull all my hair out at this very moment. Because that's what I do, when I don't know what to do. I begin to think, and panic. I realize there's not a point to anything.
I don't like this feeling of panic. More and more it consumes me. More and more it changes me.
It is my friend now.
(Get it out.)
i want to go home
i want to go home
yes i want to go home
and not be in love with you anymore
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