A mis-match of random things that have found their way into my iPod notes.
All I can hear is static. The empty noise resonating around my head. This silence is louder than anything I've ever heard. But I live for silence, it's perfect, golden.
Why? Though you want an answer everyone treats it as rhetorical, I guess because they don't have an answer either. Such frustration.
Deserving: who says you do and who says you don't? You don't deserve this? Maybe, but you probably brought it on yourself in the first place. Or maybe, you never deserved whatever it was in the first place, in which case this is all punishment.
Hey, didn't we agree self-pity wasn't worth it?
But there's still tomorrow, forget the sorrow. And I can't be on the last train home, watching half the day as it fades away. no more time to care, no more time today.
Something tells me you're overreacting. Stop?
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