Feb 23, 2005 12:09
Why won't things just work out the way you plan the first time?
Why won't it just work?
Why am I never satisfied?
Why must I continue to do unecessary shit?
Why are easy things so fuckin' hard?
Why, no matter how hard I try, do I feel incomplete?
Why, no matter how much I stay indifferent, do I feel incomplete?
Why are we here?
Why am I not in Paris now?
Why must instinct contredict "right" so often?!?
fuckshitassdamnbitchhellassmotherfuckingbitchassmotherfuckershithoe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sorry.