somewhere in a cool dry place
Well, got arrested again, and I didn't even break anything this time. A hick cop said that he'd arrest me for being stupid and I was curious to what the charge was. All well, another court date; lets hope I go (I really wouldn't like a warrent). At least I still have my principal, I did what I thought was right even though it was stupid.
She's gone, I can breathe quietly that i won't see her here or have to worry about her talking to much to people about me. The threat of social awkwardness was starting to bug me. It may sound harsh, but it's the truth. Not to mention not hearing her words of romance and comfort filling my head with a false sense of comfort and emotional attachment. Man...I'm an ass hole, she'll read this and get all pissed (she won't get sad, she has no conciense or concern for me as far as I could see). All well, she knows what I said, but probably thought I didn't mean anything. Life goes on, another failed attempt at love, another sacrifice and loss at the cause of my hopeless romantic sense of commitment. This may sound bad but...either I have horrible taste in women or women ruin everything. I'm voting the latter. Either way, it's finally over and done. The strife the aggrivation, the constant worry she's somewhere dead in a gutter or worse. She's somewhat on her own now, and here's hoping she's not doing anything stupid. I should really be all supportive, but that bank got robbed. I supported as much as I could and you can only give so much until you realize that you are being used and treated like shit. It sucks when you don't know people and they tell you how much someone said they hated you and that you were utterly crazy and a shitty person because of second hand information givin away freely by someone who you thought cared for you. All well, deja vu I guess.
Though it may seem I'm a shitty person, and that I really should stop being immature, but to those of you who say this I give you this reasoning: "shut the fuck up you have no idea what was going on and just because I'm not willing to go out telling every dick and fuckface I meet my personal buisness and some one elses personal buisness doesn't mean that I'm wrong or that I'm not seeing the "whole picture", so mind your buisness and stay the fuck out of my life."
I did love the girl, and in many ways always will, but I'll never forget and when I go off on my travels soon I will become a ghost. Few people will know my location and that's the way i want it to stay. Fuck you people you make me sick, except the one's I like. You're cool. Why do i seem to be the only person willing to admit that I fucked up? or realize that I can at least try to make aminds? Or maybe I'm just an asshole with a retired concept of respect and loyalty. God people suck. HELLO NEW YORK, THE BLOODWELL WILL SOON GRACE YOUR STREETS AND CLEAN THE STREETS WITH THE BLOOD OF THE INFIDELS!!! For a bit, then I'll leave you alone to think about what you've done.
Velvet Underground sucks.
-Tony Fuckin' Carmichael
P.S. My respects to George, I didn't know you well, but you will never be forgotten. Every pint will be to you, and when I die, I hope to meet you and share another drink. You will be missed. I will have a wake for you on this side of the pond Monday. Rest In Peace my friend.
She's gone, I can breathe quietly that i won't see her here or have to worry about her talking to much to people about me. The threat of social awkwardness was starting to bug me. It may sound harsh, but it's the truth. Not to mention not hearing her words of romance and comfort filling my head with a false sense of comfort and emotional attachment. Man...I'm an ass hole, she'll read this and get all pissed (she won't get sad, she has no conciense or concern for me as far as I could see). All well, she knows what I said, but probably thought I didn't mean anything. Life goes on, another failed attempt at love, another sacrifice and loss at the cause of my hopeless romantic sense of commitment. This may sound bad but...either I have horrible taste in women or women ruin everything. I'm voting the latter. Either way, it's finally over and done. The strife the aggrivation, the constant worry she's somewhere dead in a gutter or worse. She's somewhat on her own now, and here's hoping she's not doing anything stupid. I should really be all supportive, but that bank got robbed. I supported as much as I could and you can only give so much until you realize that you are being used and treated like shit. It sucks when you don't know people and they tell you how much someone said they hated you and that you were utterly crazy and a shitty person because of second hand information givin away freely by someone who you thought cared for you. All well, deja vu I guess.
Though it may seem I'm a shitty person, and that I really should stop being immature, but to those of you who say this I give you this reasoning: "shut the fuck up you have no idea what was going on and just because I'm not willing to go out telling every dick and fuckface I meet my personal buisness and some one elses personal buisness doesn't mean that I'm wrong or that I'm not seeing the "whole picture", so mind your buisness and stay the fuck out of my life."
I did love the girl, and in many ways always will, but I'll never forget and when I go off on my travels soon I will become a ghost. Few people will know my location and that's the way i want it to stay. Fuck you people you make me sick, except the one's I like. You're cool. Why do i seem to be the only person willing to admit that I fucked up? or realize that I can at least try to make aminds? Or maybe I'm just an asshole with a retired concept of respect and loyalty. God people suck. HELLO NEW YORK, THE BLOODWELL WILL SOON GRACE YOUR STREETS AND CLEAN THE STREETS WITH THE BLOOD OF THE INFIDELS!!! For a bit, then I'll leave you alone to think about what you've done.
Velvet Underground sucks.
-Tony Fuckin' Carmichael
P.S. My respects to George, I didn't know you well, but you will never be forgotten. Every pint will be to you, and when I die, I hope to meet you and share another drink. You will be missed. I will have a wake for you on this side of the pond Monday. Rest In Peace my friend.