...and if you don't love me let me go...

And I am a writer,writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I've written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones, my bones, my bones.

(and if you don't love me let me gooooooooooooooooo)

This past week has been so weirrrrd and dramatic. Made up drama of course, the best kind, but still really tiring and hard to deal with. I just wish stuff could go away, because I feel like I've dealt with it enough and it's too much work and nothing is helping.

I feel really conflicted between wanting to go away so that I don't have to think anymore, and staying here, because I don't think I'll survive in the outside world. I'm genuinely really worried about that, cuz I only survive because I talk to people. However if I didn't talk to people in the first place maybe I wouldn't have this situation. so yeah, dilemma.

Also, there are various other more specific dilemmas that you have to be special in order for me to tell you. Ha! I win. Except not.

I'm thinking a switch to livejournal would be appropriate? Blah. Life sucks.

P.S. but that song that has been stuck in my head all day (Engine Driver, the Decemberists) can sort of describe my life, and I like it anyways, even if it didn't.
P.P.S. I wish it didn't describe my life....