If I had to pick a day, where it felt like no one really cared. Then maybe today would of been one of many. Honestly, you could smile about everything and still have that weak sad feeling in your mind. Wondering, if your going to let them get to you. Or think about what's getting to you. Or just making yourself feel like they're not so important to even let them in your mind. But your an open door with no door. A big chunk of space that even Bob the Builder can't "fix it". Tell me when I mean something to your life. Actually, I hope actions speak louder than words. Because every day getting hit by words, hurt more than just being in the presence of familiars that leave when they think your better again.
I'm alone in this house, not mine. I've been here for two weeks in a half. Its started to become a house to me. Not a home, a house. Left over cookies, and chocolate milk. Comcast free videos, Loads of homework. And no one here telling you what you can and cannot do. I think this advantage, I'm going to take it responsibly. Take a warm hot shower. Clean a little. Wash a few dishes in the sink. Do some homework. And sleep when the sun rises and my eye lids start to close.
If eyes could talk, my eyelids would be shut.
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