Dec 13, 2008 17:00
I feel like a compilation of worst case scenarios, a list of bad ideas transcended into life.
I am the blade of a killer, an instrument of destruction.
I drown my liver in booze.
I smoke two packs a day.
I love women that never love me back.
I destroy everything I find beautiful.
I need vindication, a moral victory.
I have no idea of which battles I should be fighting.
I think some people love me.
I pity them.
I don't want to be saved.
I want you to give me something better to do.