my heart is for you and my hand's yours to take
the only thing that seems to seperate me from the people I've always hated is my extreme honesty.
and it might seem like maybe that's not much, but truthfully that's pretty much the reason I hated them in the first place.
things are getting worse 87% of the time. that's all there is to it. the problem is people get used to living under where they used to live. they get used to existing in a progressively less happy state.
when you just allow yourself to keep sinking, where the fuck are you going to end up?
you know you were happier in the situation you were yesterday, or last month, or last year, and you for some reason justify it to yourself that you're actually healthier or somehow doing better, because you're ABLE to CONTINUE to live LESS happily.
Con. Grats.
and this is how it goes. from the cradle to the grave.
this is why life seems to get harder,
why people grow up and become cynical,
why everyone chases their childhood.
this is the path that's become the only way to go. this is how the whole world lives, until eventually you wake up and realize all you're doing is continuing to live because you're supposed to. you're SUPPOSED to go to work and to school and feed the dog and eat dinner every sunday with your grandparents.
although deep down you know there was a time when you were happy. you wanted to live. the small things didn't bother you because on a whole you knew you were content. you had what you wanted.
back when you were able to manage smiling when if you were alone
the suicides are the smart ones. the suicides are the people who realize this for what it is.
the suicides are the ones with the balls to do what makes sense.
i don't know what i'm doing anymore.
i know what i've been trying to do, i know what i've attempted to regain as an outlook on life, and i remember who chuck staton was.
that all means nothing.
if it ever looks like I know what I'm doing or that I'm in control of my life, please understand I'm just a good liar.
-chuckstaton
and it might seem like maybe that's not much, but truthfully that's pretty much the reason I hated them in the first place.
things are getting worse 87% of the time. that's all there is to it. the problem is people get used to living under where they used to live. they get used to existing in a progressively less happy state.
when you just allow yourself to keep sinking, where the fuck are you going to end up?
you know you were happier in the situation you were yesterday, or last month, or last year, and you for some reason justify it to yourself that you're actually healthier or somehow doing better, because you're ABLE to CONTINUE to live LESS happily.
Con. Grats.
and this is how it goes. from the cradle to the grave.
this is why life seems to get harder,
why people grow up and become cynical,
why everyone chases their childhood.
this is the path that's become the only way to go. this is how the whole world lives, until eventually you wake up and realize all you're doing is continuing to live because you're supposed to. you're SUPPOSED to go to work and to school and feed the dog and eat dinner every sunday with your grandparents.
although deep down you know there was a time when you were happy. you wanted to live. the small things didn't bother you because on a whole you knew you were content. you had what you wanted.
back when you were able to manage smiling when if you were alone
the suicides are the smart ones. the suicides are the people who realize this for what it is.
the suicides are the ones with the balls to do what makes sense.
i don't know what i'm doing anymore.
i know what i've been trying to do, i know what i've attempted to regain as an outlook on life, and i remember who chuck staton was.
that all means nothing.
if it ever looks like I know what I'm doing or that I'm in control of my life, please understand I'm just a good liar.
-chuckstaton