[round and round we go...] Days pass. and come. and go. The sweetness one will never know. Gone before its time. Spelled out in rhyme. All that's here is all I own. Standing still, standing alone. So today I accomplished little. And this is fine. I can hear my stereo upstairs. Pumping sweet tunes through the house. Even with my PULSE. Pumping through these tired veins. Nothing so quiet ever remains. I do not know what to say. for tomorrow or for today. I do not know what you would like to hear. Except that there is nothing to fear. It bothers me. that a new trend has began. Dying. Suicide. Death. Morbid-ness. I'll let you in on a little somethin' somethin'. If you die. That's it. The end. And you can't do shit when you're dead. I'm tired of hearing about everyone's depression. Hearing about it so much makes me want to be different. NORMAL. Whatever happened to that. There used to be two kinds of people in this world. The normal. And than the abnormal. Now, I'm beginning to see so much of the same ol' thing. And this is where I'll mention my hatred for stores like HOT TOPICS or PAC SUN. This is where all the DARK people go. to buy their dark things. Well you know what. You're all spending money trying to be so unique just to in the end be the same. And this makes sense on what planet? I guess I'm just tired of "Are you a true punk" and shit like that. If you're a punk, would it really need to be stated? Not in my mind. But that's just me. I'm perfectly happy without a LABEL. Or a name tag that states GOTH or PREP. I don't know why I felt the need to ramble on about that. I guess everything's just so much alike now. So here I am. Typing. Feeling a little conflicted and addicted. Feeling it all eating away. Chewing me up. I won't panick or fuss. Or cry or bitch. I'm in the middle here. NUMB. I think I'll enjoy it for a bit. "Did I mention that I can get my legs behind my head?" DFN.