missing a show
so tonight i missed iron maiden... fuck taco bell, at least i gave the tickets i got to my band and i might be getting 75 bux from one if the dude comes through, whatever. so now i sit wondering how much time ive wasted with the gratifying potion of unspoken melancholy, how much of it has really been, "natural" as opposed to being forced upon myself by some dark habit, like this emotional itch i have to scratch for some fucking reason even though im the most anti depressive fuck in the world, its funny how things so unlike you can become a consuming part of you, preying on your downfall... well i guess we allow the discomfort so far according with the measuring deprivation of happiness engulfing our soul... goodnight peoples, dont listen to the wrong the thing at the wrong time