despicable despondent me. the social and fun bars are all red. there is nothing left to mourn. what am i aching for? trying so hard for something profound to come out of my head, blank shadows of nothing. do words even mean anything if no one reads. still smashing dust. and it does faze me, when it really shouldn't....the real and the out there. i am not hollow, yet. loathsome, yes, definitely. am i beyond help? will i ever learn? will it have a happy ending?
get a hold of it. just snap out of it. can i, really? and what does it do to send it out there, anyways? do i feel better or worse? do i sound wise? or am i a schmuck? its all been said, done and had.
why am i?
he needs to change. you know. such a downer. i try. i fail.
is it me or is it just the blues talking?
My sims are gonna die!
get a hold of it. just snap out of it. can i, really? and what does it do to send it out there, anyways? do i feel better or worse? do i sound wise? or am i a schmuck? its all been said, done and had.
why am i?
he needs to change. you know. such a downer. i try. i fail.
is it me or is it just the blues talking?
My sims are gonna die!
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