There’s something wrong with me, I just know it

It’s amazing the power that music and lyrics can have over a person.  I don’t know what I’d do if I ever went deaf, I guess I’d read poetry, but I have to have my music durring the day or I just feel like I’d go crazy. 

I slept for 12 hours last night.  I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep for so long.  It felt good.

I feel so wierd writing in this diary so much again.  Sometimes it makes me feel like a little girl or something, but I guess when you have no friends and hardly anyone who cares to listen, this is what you have to resort to. 

Oh there’s so much I want to write about in here that’s been bothering me so much… but I just don’t know if I’m ready to voice it.. I’d probably sound like a stalker too.. or a crazy person. 

Maybe I just need to learn that it’s over…

“Closure has come to me, myself, I will never belong to you” – Chevelle