cigarette break...that's a lie
I'm really scared for my future.
The funny thing is the people who read my lj are people I hardly know. I don't see the point in writing anymore, yet I feel comfortable getting my shit out. There is one person in particular, very beautiful and graceful girl. I don't understand many things, but a woman like that should be in a bed full of rose pedals while surrounded by candles. She isn't really in my life now so I'll just move on.
My stomach feels full and sick, I eat and drink too much. I smell the weed, yet my pothead friends are far away from me in a sea of their own misery. I forget everything when I'm high, but when I wake up the next day I remember, I don't want to forget. That's the point. Life is repetative. I'm surrounded by logos and trademarks, it sickens me to a extent. Fast rides and mean motherfuckers.
My friend bought a $100 bong last week. Yet he has no car, no cellphone, and his family is so distant that he smokes himself every night. (or drinks) He was a good guy. I'm sorry for all of it man. I believe it's because of me, but it would have happened anyway. Friends grow apart as fast as they grow together. I want to thank you for all of your time, ya see you don't know how much it eases my mind. I don't want to say I use and move on, yet it seems like my efforts to mold a suitable life is about moving on like a damn H&G. It'll never bring me back to you. Especially the way we are now.
So many people and so little time. I really try hard not to forget. Is there a better way to live without dropping friends or infusing myself into situations I don't want to be in?
I smile, I'm shy. I laugh when the mood is chill. Please don't try to expect too much. I'm like a turtle in that sense, I'll go right back in my shell.
I need to quite smoking, everything. My lungs are tired and my throat is sore. (no pun intended) We can't escape all these wicked games, so run away. To RUN away is to leave people behind, but who's to say that they won't be better off? I'll just have to keep my Superman suit on for just one more day. I'll take it off and then move on. Let the pieces fall where they may. Heh, let them go...tis a wise man said. Live and let die.
So much shit happening socially I forgot about my brother. He's coming down from North Dakota, and he is bringing my car. 2002 cougar. I don't deserve it, not in the least. Some hand-me-downs aren't so bad. Unfortunately, my brother's life isn't so beautiful right now. If you know why then weep for him for just one more moment. May his baby rest in peace.
I'm tired, truely....what's that song....
The funny thing is the people who read my lj are people I hardly know. I don't see the point in writing anymore, yet I feel comfortable getting my shit out. There is one person in particular, very beautiful and graceful girl. I don't understand many things, but a woman like that should be in a bed full of rose pedals while surrounded by candles. She isn't really in my life now so I'll just move on.
My stomach feels full and sick, I eat and drink too much. I smell the weed, yet my pothead friends are far away from me in a sea of their own misery. I forget everything when I'm high, but when I wake up the next day I remember, I don't want to forget. That's the point. Life is repetative. I'm surrounded by logos and trademarks, it sickens me to a extent. Fast rides and mean motherfuckers.
My friend bought a $100 bong last week. Yet he has no car, no cellphone, and his family is so distant that he smokes himself every night. (or drinks) He was a good guy. I'm sorry for all of it man. I believe it's because of me, but it would have happened anyway. Friends grow apart as fast as they grow together. I want to thank you for all of your time, ya see you don't know how much it eases my mind. I don't want to say I use and move on, yet it seems like my efforts to mold a suitable life is about moving on like a damn H&G. It'll never bring me back to you. Especially the way we are now.
So many people and so little time. I really try hard not to forget. Is there a better way to live without dropping friends or infusing myself into situations I don't want to be in?
I smile, I'm shy. I laugh when the mood is chill. Please don't try to expect too much. I'm like a turtle in that sense, I'll go right back in my shell.
I need to quite smoking, everything. My lungs are tired and my throat is sore. (no pun intended) We can't escape all these wicked games, so run away. To RUN away is to leave people behind, but who's to say that they won't be better off? I'll just have to keep my Superman suit on for just one more day. I'll take it off and then move on. Let the pieces fall where they may. Heh, let them go...tis a wise man said. Live and let die.
So much shit happening socially I forgot about my brother. He's coming down from North Dakota, and he is bringing my car. 2002 cougar. I don't deserve it, not in the least. Some hand-me-downs aren't so bad. Unfortunately, my brother's life isn't so beautiful right now. If you know why then weep for him for just one more moment. May his baby rest in peace.
I'm tired, truely....what's that song....