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"Dellamorte, Dellamore; Of Death, Of Love" 2003-06-30 - 4:02 a.m. older - previous - next - profile - host - my band - my lj every once in a while(more frequently I might add) I get like this my life just starts to feel like a box all the things I have to do all the things I do my friends my family even things I like and it feels like it gets smaller and smaller and I just feel so trapped and strangled if I may take an example from Sandman; I feel like I think Morpheus must've felt around the end he'd set himself in his ways, and he was sick of them but he couldn't let himself change and so he chose death but I don't have that option I've proven to myself I don't have the strength and as much as I wish for it, there is no outside circumstances that I can let happen there are no Kindly Ones coming for me so I can just let them get me it's either do it myself or live and damn do I hate living relax, the whole point of this is I can't kill myself but I'm just so sick of everything even things that are new to me but I never learned how to change in the constant changing that has been my life, I never quite got the hang of it but I won't let myself do anything but what I'm doing in the immortal words of Fransisco Dellamorte: "I'd Give My Life to be Dead" Sweet Dreams � � |