- Nineteenth Blood Butterfly -

Friends are really odd things. I don't know how to explain. But I'm really tired of this roller coaster emotional ride. I mean, wow its fun and stuff. But enough, really. Is enough.

Perhaps I'm just plain selfish- or downright self-centered. I cannot be left alone. But I'm not lonely. Theres always so many people around me.

But really- I'm sick of it.

Two-faced, dishonest, untrusty, and really really not worth it. They are predictable. That's how narrow a mind can be. Because everything comes from a core. Its to simple. Its too predictable. Its just. JUST. ARGH.

I can't put it into words- maybe a drawing later. But its hard for me.


I'm not lonely.
I'm not depressed.
I'm not crying.