you couldn't make me madder
life has been very hectic lately. so many bands, so many obligations, so much conflict, FUCK! i ran out of time. i'm always running out of time and trying frantically to keep up with it, to hold on and refuse to let it go until i can get my head on straight. i am spending more and more time alone just thinking to my self and i think that's starting to take a toll on me. i need to get out and socialize, i need new people, i want a new life. maybe. i am in constant indecision. i am at war with myself. i need to take a nap. i can't sleep. i hardly sleep anymore. i am hard at work trying to repair broken relationships and patch up old wounds, but it may be too little too late. perfect, my MO. in order to maintain some feeble sense of balance(goddamned libran qualities), i will say that i am taking better care of myself and not drinking nearly as much as i normally do. whatever. i could really use a drink. maybe i just need a change of pace. a change of scenery. it's a good time to head for the hills.
it's probably a good time to skip town.
it's probably a good time to skip town.