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Sunday, March 18, 2007


My identity crisis is getting worse. I have no idea who the hell I am. I have no idea whats going on inside me, no idea where to go or what to do when I break down like this....

Shut up.
Because with all these contradictory emotional needs and the severe complexity complex to not match, you can't afford to open up.
If the tears fall, they fall.
If your vision blurs, it blurs.
And if this God-forsaken radio-station won't play anything okay, you're screwed.
Another over-dramatic on-line journal up-date, another pro-longed plot twist from fate.
Either way, all you can do is watch and wait.
A distent voice, an anti-choice...
I know it doesn't make sense, but it's theraputic for me, and as everyone in this room can see, I'm in desperate need of therapy...

*sigh* Okay...I can't think anymore..."Drunk on the impossible past." "Give me envy,give my malice,baby,give me a break! When I say 'shotgun,' you say 'wedding.' Shot gun,wedding,shotgun,wedding..."
"This was no accident, this was a theraputic chain of events..." God...Love me.~Shadowme(I don't know)~

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