In my free time I knit sweaters, and by knit I mean kick, and by sweaters I mean babies.

Sometimes it just doesn't feel worth it. Going out on a branch to see if there is something there and all I can do is break the branch and fall. None of this is right, my life, my goals, just everything seems to be skewed way and too far out of perportion. Once again the gun is in my hand but I'm all out of bullets. What use is this gun if I haven't any bullets nor can I obtain them. I just hate it all, but things will look up, or alteast I hope they will. Like a roller coaster life has it's ups and downs and right now I'm fucking underground and I just hope that I can't go any further under.

I just hope that my mind and feelings are play tricks on me and she does feel something, or alteast let me talk to her.

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