Reading kaizley's journal

So close to tears,
So far from a truth
Losing grip Repressing

It's under control
I say
That's what I say
But am I wrong?

Lost a life,
A family
A friend.
There's nothing much left.

Ahhh... I thought all this was getting easier. But it's not. Some days I don't care, some days it hangs onto me. Today it's hanging on tightly. I'm getting a little paranoid. Actually... a lot paranoid. What sucks is that I'm the only one who can answer and resolve all these queries and problems in my head. How do I go about making the right decision?

JUST MAKE IT STOP!

I'm going to cry and I don't know why. Life is way too hard for me.. I'm not good enough for it. I don't deserve it. "I need more time, yes I need more time, just to make things right" (- Don't Go Away, Oasis.) I need all the time in the world to undo all the shit I've spun up in my short life.

It's not worth the pain... the guilt... the shame.

Nothing is worth this much heartbreak. NOTHING!

I wish I was somewhere else, somewhere where I did deserve what I got... HA! That would probably be in a gutter.

I heard today that I have a naturally poetic mind.

Why don't any of these Aussie athletes know the Australian Anthem!?!

It's really not my night tonight...

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."