Meh

I doubt anyone is going to read this, but it's okay.

I think I'm getting better. But I'm afraid of what that means, and will mean. I'm also afraid of WHY I feel I'm getting better. I think I'm turning into a teenage girl, and if that's the only reason I feel better, it's not a good thing... maybe. Unless it's not based on silly schoolgirl fantasy, but something more substantial (in the metaphysical sense, at least).

Confused as hell at the moment. Though a bit more functional, except at work. I can't seem to get involved or invested in this "job" I do.


The Mirror's Truth - In Flames (A Sense of Purpose, 2008)

This spectacle, our collapse
It's not a false alarm
The ashes settle in.

I guess, we are the insane
As we ignore the mirror's truth

Should I join the feast?
Should I acknowledge the leash?
A future in captivity
I'm not who I'm supposed to be.

Without even trying (killing the last scene)
Let this light explode.

The bleeding, we deceive them
Fuel the life that fades
At the height of reason
We shouldn't live by your laws
Call the swarm
Feed them another false hope.

Without even trying (killing the last scene)
Let this night explode
Without even trying
Find the exit sign and disappear

As if I don't have enough...

I've got several "Social Networking" site outlets for my "life issues", so I think perhaps, I shall use this one more as a... I don't know... place to talk about things... and stuff? 

I just made this so I could PROVE to Joe that I read his, and comment on it :)

So, perhaps this will be interesting. Perhaps it won't.

That is all.