Wednesday, March 07, 2007 ; 6:51 PM
: This particular post is going to be self-mutilating and crazy and just babbling, so if you wish to leave a happy and unaffected person, you may skip this post, and just read the stupidly funny conversation from the previous one below.
Somehow I get the feeling that I'm missing a piece
Like a halfway done mosaic painting
A blur of colours but no straight lines
To link my heartstrings together
Sometimes I think my face is morphing into
One that is foreign to me
A photograph of yourself that you don't recall
Taken from a million miles away
This is crazy, but suddenly my brain seems to zoom into WORRY overdrive: about how I'm not performing up to standard in my school, about how I'm just wasting my father's money, about how I'm changing into two different persons, about just everything.
And somehow I forget the things I used to do
Like thinking, or dreaming, or playing with my shoes
My mouth opens and I find I can't stop babbling
On and on about a million tiny things
That doesn't matter to me anyhow
I think deep down inside
My thoughts are all twisted into a jungle
And I'm tangled up in the middle
To sleep for a thousand years
Till I wake
To find a mirror image of myself
So much the same, so much more different.
