cold

here i am, living my menial existence.

reflecting at the things that i do. why i do them. and if i will ever stop.

atleast i have grown somewhat uncaring to the situation. is that a good thing? or maybe i do care.

or perhaps i've just grown numb to rejection.

funny hearing me say that. the supposed "ice queen" has grown numb from rejection. irony of ironies. well, they don't call me ice queen for nothing.

i am cold and hurting.

with no hope of melting the pain away...

i am tired of cliques.

i am tired of thinking WHY i hate.. t h i s

Tired

Hurting

Insane

Suicidal

and i am me.

and you don't know.

you don't have a clue.

and neither do i.