Some choices are made without proper thought of what they effect.
When such a choice is made, it sometimes takes a little bit of time for it's full effect to take hold.
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I cant be responsible... I have no control. As much as I want it, the whole concept of responsibility just doesnt click in my head. I've tried, oh my fucking GOD have I tried, and I've come out with nothing but a few interviews and a broken brain.
I cant even be a good boyfriend anymore. I do NOTHING. I cant even explain how much I love Jazzy, but for some reason I havent been able to do anything to prove it. I cant get a job, I dont have a home, I cant even quit a fucking drug for her... *sigh*
I guess I'm just gonna have to figure this out bit by bit... and hopefully it'll all be ok