i wonder
at what point did my life go from being so promising to a complete shithole. 'cause i know i went wrong. problem is i cant discover exactly where i did so and therefor cant seem to fix it.
your a genius.
canada, america's bald spot.
dont make music, make love to music.
i ate some lima beans. terrible really. who grows that shit?
i cant help but wonder why i type in this damn thing. is it merely something to pass the time? or do i really want people to read this? my immediate defensive response is that i dont want anyone to read this but I think that may be a lie. i would also like to think however, that this is more than just a waste of time.
i have no idea what my next step should be. im waiting on an opportunity. im afraid waiting is the wrong way to go about it.
my dog wants in. i want out.
your a genius.
canada, america's bald spot.
dont make music, make love to music.
i ate some lima beans. terrible really. who grows that shit?
i cant help but wonder why i type in this damn thing. is it merely something to pass the time? or do i really want people to read this? my immediate defensive response is that i dont want anyone to read this but I think that may be a lie. i would also like to think however, that this is more than just a waste of time.
i have no idea what my next step should be. im waiting on an opportunity. im afraid waiting is the wrong way to go about it.
my dog wants in. i want out.