I should be put in a insane asylum. I kid you not, it would be the best thing for society as a whole since sliced bread. Being around people makes me paranoid; what if I had said this? Am I being annoying?Why did Joe do that? Am I bothering Mary Jane? Why is Suzie acting like she's mad at me?? GOOD LORD WHY DID JIM DO THAT!??!?!?!?!?!
Yeah.........
Yeah.........
Hence why I hate school with a burning passion. And guess were we had to go back to?? School. The bane of our existence.(Well, more like my existence, but from observations, it seems like it's the bane of others as well) As much as I don't like work, it's something that can be tolerated. You get it done, you get it over with, you turn it in, it's all good!! People don't work that way. No sir, people are deep deep deep. People are way too complex, and their minds too deep to fathom. So being the ever so analytical me, I tend to overanalyze things, and chew it, swallow it, then I'll do the cow thing and regurgitate what I'm overanalyzing, then chew it some more, and then the process is repeated continuously because like a cow's stomach, my mind has many, many chambers. And that just plain old sucks cuz when you have a mind that has the tendancy to overthink about stupid things, then it's pretty darn hard to remain a happy camper all the time. And everyone loves a happy camper because happy campers make everyone arouond them happy with their "Hi!!!! I'm (insert name here) and I'm a happy camper!!" aura that they all seem to have.
Yeah, so I wrote. I spoke. I passed out from boredom. I need a life....And when you all get older, I strongly encourage you all to not move if you're planning on having children. You will not be doing your children any favors whatsoever by uprooting them. As a matter of fact, you will get a child with a royally screwed up mind who duels on what could've been.
I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. It all makes more sense in my head.
I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. It all makes more sense in my head.
I don't know where to go
I don't know what to be
I don't know how to change from being me
I don't know what to say
Maybe another day I'll stop getting lost and find my way home
All I know is gone
I don't know what to be
I don't know how to change from being me
I don't know what to say
Maybe another day I'll stop getting lost and find my way home
All I know is gone