the legacy of boboe
every day i look into myself, i think about my little world, i...reflect...on myself and the bullshit i succum myself to every waking moment of my life. and each time its worse. i always thought my life was going to mean more, that it would be more important than this. that i would matter. i was going to make history. people were gonna talk about me after i died and tell stories about the great andrew lassiter. the "Legacy of Boboe". well i think i really understand it now. i am, and have always been, nothing. a mere speck of dust on the devils road we walk through our lives. i mean little more than the piss you just took before you read this. im not gonna fake my macho bullshit that most guys do when we're overwhealmed by life and its always changing normalities.
im lonely. like a child home alone while mommy and daddy go out to a party and the new babysitter is on the phone the whole 6 hours that shes there, and you fall asleep crying thinking too exaggeratingly to himself that the rest of their life will be like this. im lost like an idiot in the woodswhere all he sees is a forest and barely any sky at all. and like a child i feel overbearingly inadequite, that nothing i will ever be enough to satisfy the people i care about most.
well, this is the real me. the great andrew lassiter defeated by himself. my fucking legacy.
im lonely. like a child home alone while mommy and daddy go out to a party and the new babysitter is on the phone the whole 6 hours that shes there, and you fall asleep crying thinking too exaggeratingly to himself that the rest of their life will be like this. im lost like an idiot in the woodswhere all he sees is a forest and barely any sky at all. and like a child i feel overbearingly inadequite, that nothing i will ever be enough to satisfy the people i care about most.
well, this is the real me. the great andrew lassiter defeated by himself. my fucking legacy.