this time of year...
As it gets colder, i get more and more pissed off.
But its, nothing new... its been the same way for as long as i can remember. The snow comes down and tension rises.
This time last year i rarely left bed, whether it was mine or jessicas or countless random "houses" we would just lay there all fucked up on coke, and about this time, i wanted out. i was tired of hiding from everyone who loved me, tired of having more money, and tired of knowing, deep down, that this wasnt helping me in the least bit.
Cut to 2005... Michigan. Im still tired of hiding from the people i love, i still have no money, and this still isnt helping me in the least bit. Only this time its not a drug, its roads and buildings. Its landmarks and even the sky. I need to leave, before i loose it.
I think me and Kirsten are ok, but im not sure of anything anymore...
But its, nothing new... its been the same way for as long as i can remember. The snow comes down and tension rises.
This time last year i rarely left bed, whether it was mine or jessicas or countless random "houses" we would just lay there all fucked up on coke, and about this time, i wanted out. i was tired of hiding from everyone who loved me, tired of having more money, and tired of knowing, deep down, that this wasnt helping me in the least bit.
Cut to 2005... Michigan. Im still tired of hiding from the people i love, i still have no money, and this still isnt helping me in the least bit. Only this time its not a drug, its roads and buildings. Its landmarks and even the sky. I need to leave, before i loose it.
I think me and Kirsten are ok, but im not sure of anything anymore...