even with so much behind me, i still get in these crippling moods. i can not do anything nor feel anything.
bah bah bah.
i had hoped that if anything were to change about me, this would be the first to go.
i want to drive fast down the freeway with my eyes closed.
i can blame it on my job, my family, or other things..... but.... i possess the ability to handle so much. why does it all bother me now?
it's just me being me really. someone once told me that if one day i woke up with a permanent personality, i'd cease being roxanne. so uhh. yeah. i guess i'm fucked.
between just you and me...... personally, i blame it all on this feeling called love.