Dec 02, 2008 23:33
Things progressed toward an unimpressive angle.
It was hard to gauge even two years ago how little it would impact future choices.
The lie was repeated
The same blue line results appeared.
Swollen stomach, damanged ego.
Insane.
Just plain insane.
Keep pushing through the denial.
The liquor always warms the blood like a passionate rage.
Hot sticky guilt,
how familiar you feel against my skin in the morning.
Disillusioned dreamer,
you just keep backsliding,
Nightmares of sterile white,
I cant stand the sight of it.
Things are actually really good right now. I feel really content. I wish I could have seen some familiar faces when I was home, hopefully next time.