So here I am again, a loser, a lier; a selfish sadist whose looking for the easy way out. But not so much now as I was before. "Do you believe in life after love?" asked Cher, and the only thing I can say is that i'm waiting hopefully that a day will come when the nightmare is over, and we will move past the things that haunt us, to a place which we have built because of what happened, but a place that will not haunt us. Lost already?
The clock ticks further and the final exam draws nearer, but i can feel no heartbeat racing, no nervousness setting in. All i feel is the emptiness in the pit of my stomach, like loss, and no matter how much i eat, it can never be filled.
I'm on prozac and sometimes my brain just becomes numb, like neurons dying. There are times when something someone says angers me to the point of suicide, i'm stilled confused about this word, and there is music, the once loved beat now calls me to the window and no tears fall even though i want them to.
Depressed maniac, you say? Maybe!
I'll tell you about my intelligence another time!!
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