Its hard being there. Everything is hard now.
They played zombie upon our request. They haven’t in awhile. It didn’t mean anything. Even when they looked happy to see familiar fans, and got up in my face. It doesn’t mean shit.
I don’t what this is. This blanket of anger I’m under. I just smash into shit full contact. Till I’m hurt and I can make sense. I”ve blacked out more this month, than I can remember. My face is changing shape and it gets commented that my brow is hardened and how short my patience level is. You’d feel the same if no one understood.
But mostly feel like Charlie and I can’t make it go away.
"You’d probably think it was a hat", I tell him against own judgement. I find myself saying, " You’d count sums and figures and ask why."
How does it happen this way?
Everyone is so different.
I guess I’ve met everyone. The prince. The tippler. The conceited man.
How does it happen I chose this?
You’d probably think it was a hat.
I’m a little seal girl.
Living in the real world, and it so hard to get by.
Cause seals can’t even cry.
In the endless boundless sea… is there no one who looks like me?
I know I must stay chipper.
One day I’ll find a friend to hold my flipper.
I don’t know! I DON’T KNOW! I’m lost! I’m scared! I feel like I’m disappearing! MY SKIN’S COMING OFF! I’M GETTING OLD! Nothing makes any sense to me! NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE!