Day 4: Same Old Shit
Day 4: Same Old Shit
Original Date: 07.11.07
Currently sitting on one of my favorite spots a.k.a. the roof. I am highly irritated considering the fact that I came here to relax and not to do the same shit I do in the States. Meaning, laundry, cleaning, dishes, and putting up with everyone’s shit.
“It's the same ol', same ol' situation
It's the same ol', same ol' ball and chain
Just like a punch in the teeth
Or a swan dive to the street..”
My dad, Mirek, and Lara have been drinking and smoking since 8 in the fucking morning. I’m okay with drinking and smoking, but getting shit faced in the morning, and on daily basis just doesn’t go with me. I know I sound like some old crabby bitch, but I guess I don’t find it fun anymore, considering I’ve already done that shit and am through with it. It’s one of those “been there, done that” things, and it’s just not as much fun.
“Sick and tired of being sick and tired
I wanna be free from this ball and chain and
Be free from this life of pain and
Be free from this ball and chain
I wanna be free from you”
Personally, I didn’t think that “babysitting” Lara would be such a pain in the ass every now and then but I forgot to keep in mind that her mentality is the one of a child. No offense or anything, I just tend to get irritated easily when stressed.
“I hit the bottom and I don't even care,
Some say I'm going to hell but I'm already there.”
Lara and I also had a bonfire tonight and we jumped around with sticks, pretending they were our guitars and blasted music. We hooked up speakers from this old stereo to the one we bought and we ended up blowing them. They started smoking and sizzling. Heh, talk about total damage.
“It's the same old sad story
He's lost, he's out of his fucking mind
It's the same old sad story
He's lost…”
My dad’s friend, Kusek, came over and he made my dad drink more with him. I seriously hate that. I left an alcoholic six years ago and I didn’t come back to one - but I guess shit happens. I guess if he kills his liver, he’ll be put out of his own misery faster. Cruel, I know.
“Cause when I look into the mirror, I see somebody else…”