(no subject)

Random admission of love.

I'll just make everything worse, as usual.

Why can I never say the right thing? Why can't I make my friends happy? Why are some people so cruel?
And why, no matter how much I care or try, can I never be good enough?

(no subject)

I can stay and say nothing at all. Work each day, all for nothing at all.
The few words I say they mean nothing at all. Drift away into nothing at all.
Find the grace to be nothing at all.
Fade away and end up nothing at all.
At all,
at all,
at all.