Which one hurts more?
Being dropped from twenty feet off the ground?
-or-
Being dropped from eight feet of the ground?
God, it seems as though just when things are on their way back up, everything goes to
hell. You know what? I'm sick and tired of being pissed off and sad, even though it's all I know. Nothing
ever goes my way, and I know I sound like a broken record, but it's this damn life I lead that puts me in this repitition.
Which one hurts more?
Expecting less, and getting more?
-or-
Expecting more, and getting less?
Seems the story of my life is to have my hopes lifted to unimaginable heights just to
have the crushed and put me in this downward spiral of emotions. I'm tired of all this bullshit, and after this, ahh, you
know what, fuck it.
Thanks to everyone that's ever even tried to help me, and to everyone else......GO TO HELL!
Mood: Shitty
Music: Puddle of Mudd-Blurry
