Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep.

Too simple to describe, too shallow to carve out a definiton, too many reasons I can't tell, too much complications you can't comprehend. I need a sign, to keep me going, to sustain this life that's so battered.

Friday, February 6, 2009 @ 11:40 PM

lost, weak, desperation

"22-year-old chalks up to $40,000 in gambling debts to loan sharks"

You would have read the above headlines on the 2nd page of New Paper. It kills. Frightening.

I'd rather you go ahead and scold me instead of trying to make me smile. As you sighed, a tone of dissapointment becomes apparent. I know, I know, I'm wrong.

I did something that nearly brought me to my knees. I'm sorry.