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This is why, as much as I love metal, I still hate most of the people involved in it:
"Sorrow Embraced Records present's Torture Eternal's Debut Release 'Sickness and dismembered gutsorgasms.'"
I hate people.
Now that it's come down to deciding what to do with my life, I am at a loss. I can't think of one thing that'll in the long run have made it all worth it. I feel like I'm just waiting for it to be over.
This fucking writer's block's killing me, I haven't written a song in months. And almost no riffs, for that matter. I can't even jam and accidentally come accross something good, it all either sounds like crap or is already a riff from a different song.
And I hate to just come out and say it even though it's common knowledge but I'm lonely as fuck. And it's starting to get to be more than just in the sense of a relationship; I'm starting to feel like there are very, very few people in this world who I can relate to.
Actually I've felt like that for a long time, but I never cared that much. Now it's killing me.
The thing is I know I bring it all on myself, and I'll bite the pain if that's what it takes. I just don't think that should be what it takes.
Well, obviously the problem is that I'm far too badass for my own good. I like "good" girls but clearly they're intimidaded by my penchant for awesomeness. Yeah, that's it. I'm sure of it.
I don't mean this to be judgmental of anyone but, unfortunately or not, I don't approve of the use of drugs or overconsumption of alcohol with the purpose of getting wasted. Fact. Can't do anything about it. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in the entire world who thinks that.
Why I picked that to point out is unimportant. I had a bad night last week. And it involved drugs and alcohol.
I might ask what exactly is so unappealing about me to women but I don't care enough. Whatever it is, it's probably not gonna change anyway so it's not worth it.
I'm putting this toward the end so only those who bothered to read this far will read it, but I'm back in therapy. I dunno how known it was that I was in to begin with. I went Monday. Felt better yesterday but I'm back to normal today... by "normal" I mean normal for the past couple months, which means shitty.
Like usual I'm just spilling everything out without much form or function. So here it is.
"Sorrow Embraced Records present's Torture Eternal's Debut Release 'Sickness and dismembered gutsorgasms.'"
I hate people.
Now that it's come down to deciding what to do with my life, I am at a loss. I can't think of one thing that'll in the long run have made it all worth it. I feel like I'm just waiting for it to be over.
This fucking writer's block's killing me, I haven't written a song in months. And almost no riffs, for that matter. I can't even jam and accidentally come accross something good, it all either sounds like crap or is already a riff from a different song.
And I hate to just come out and say it even though it's common knowledge but I'm lonely as fuck. And it's starting to get to be more than just in the sense of a relationship; I'm starting to feel like there are very, very few people in this world who I can relate to.
Actually I've felt like that for a long time, but I never cared that much. Now it's killing me.
The thing is I know I bring it all on myself, and I'll bite the pain if that's what it takes. I just don't think that should be what it takes.
Well, obviously the problem is that I'm far too badass for my own good. I like "good" girls but clearly they're intimidaded by my penchant for awesomeness. Yeah, that's it. I'm sure of it.
I don't mean this to be judgmental of anyone but, unfortunately or not, I don't approve of the use of drugs or overconsumption of alcohol with the purpose of getting wasted. Fact. Can't do anything about it. And I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in the entire world who thinks that.
Why I picked that to point out is unimportant. I had a bad night last week. And it involved drugs and alcohol.
I might ask what exactly is so unappealing about me to women but I don't care enough. Whatever it is, it's probably not gonna change anyway so it's not worth it.
I'm putting this toward the end so only those who bothered to read this far will read it, but I'm back in therapy. I dunno how known it was that I was in to begin with. I went Monday. Felt better yesterday but I'm back to normal today... by "normal" I mean normal for the past couple months, which means shitty.
Like usual I'm just spilling everything out without much form or function. So here it is.