pelepu

everything is weird. i hope for a change, but hope is fake. it's unreal, maybe a conspiracy. though i'm not in the one for theories. something isn't right. i feel attacked; locked in. but i'm locked in myself, and there's no way out. no secret doors, old passage ways, there's just the one door. but i can't seem to find it. you can't really live for 'today'. it's pretty stupid. everyone plans ahead. everyone thinks ahead, even if they don't know it. they do. if you live for today everyday, then every tomorrow would haunt you. no-can-do. i hate the nights i can't sleep. when i can barely keep my lids compressed shut. when i have just