Jan 17, 2005 08:57
its hard being a sucker. a liar and a theif. asshole, insensistive, and hasty.
its goddamn hard being the pricker of tear jars. glass stays in your eyes for a long time.
its only been once. and the first. ill soon tear open a new box of emotion.
im okay. i miss new york. my organ doesnt work. tv is borrrring. and there are never any good shows. or i have yet to explore any random ones. money comes like a bird on a window pane. i come hoem to do laundry and eat a good meal and use this damn machine. trying to smoke everyday is fun. sad but stupidly fun.
im going to apologize for the sake of my soul. and for the sake of the ones who need my apologetic hands layed upon them. i never thought id be a person worth crying over. or worth anything else. but then again everyone can be. thatd just be naive and pretentious to say im not.
get me on the 6.