its only getting smaller,

Sometimes as sad and lame as it sounds I think Andrew McMahon is the only one in the world who can remotely understand me. Like today in school, I was talking I swear I was talking, but I swear I  wasn't saying anything at all. People are noticing too. They see it. I am so transparent. I can see the look on their faces and it reads "She is slipping, something is different, something just isn't right." That scares the shit out of me. I don't want people to think I am distancing myself from them because of them. It is me I need to give myself space sometimes and then try to integrate myself back into my everyday life as odd as that sounds. What if I can't do it anymore? What if I can't fit into my own life anymore? BTW This is what I meant about me and Andrew.

I will fight
you live the life you're given with the storms outside,
and some days all I do is watch the sky

this room's too small,
its only getting smaller,
I'm against the wall,
and slowly getting taller,
here in wonderland, this guilt feels so familiar
and I'm home...

I will crawl,
there's things that aren't worth giving up, I know,
but I wont let this get me,
I will fight
you live the life you're given with the storms outside,
and some days all I do is watch the sky,

Some days, all I do is watch the sky...

I think I,
I could use a little break
Today was a good day
I think I,
I could use a little break,
but today was a good day

It's a deep sea, in which I'm floating,
and still I sink to think that I must crawl.....

there's things that aren't worth giving up, I know,
when you cant bare to carry me,
I'll fight,
you live the life you're given with the storms outside
and some days all I do is watch the sky

today was a good day
today was a good day