The days pass too quickly sometimes. This time next week I'll be on a plane again, on my way to see someone else. Christmas will be past, and the karaoke will be a painful memory. There's always karaoke on Christmas with our family..
My bones hurt and I'm cold. I feel sick and fat and ugly and it shocks me to the core that no one else seems to notice what a failure I am. And there's that sneaking worry... that one we never voice. This isn't where I expected to be.
I build pictures and musics to suit my mood because it's the only expression I can manage that others can tune into and maybe understand. I want to fight someone tooth and nail and maybe win for once. Losing would be okay too, as long as I could fight back with everything I have. I need to exhaust myself somehow..
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