The Passeger Seat
Sometimes it's just better to take a ride in the passenger seat, however, this puts you in no control of the vehicle. Moral of the story: don't ride in the passenger seat if you're the only one in the car. I have lost all control. Things happen. Things that we don't want to do at all, things we hate, things that make us want to break our backs. If only I could just find a solid wall, run full speed, and break my nose against it. Torment, tumult, my heart is teetering on the frustrum of a knife and either way I'm cut up. What to do? Ben has many answers, but Danny won't pick up his phone and Trey's sleeping. I need more allies. I like you, but then again you don't return the favor. Sometimes girls get in the way, sometimes girls are the way. Did I mention I need a girl? At least that's what my friend say. Blah. Blah. Blah. I have made the worst decision of my life but I can't stop thinking about another time. It's like my brain is inside a car and my life is the trees and signs and other cars whizzing by; they will never connect. Girls are my enigma, I just can't deny them. Dick to some, best friend to others; some of the others need to be dealt with. I. I. I. Me. Me. Me. I have to admit, I'm getting to old for this. Time isn't the enemy, you are.
This is a collage of my life.
Some of the statements matter, some of them are put there because I like the way they sound.
All of the people involved are fake/inherently good.
All of the events are real.
Comment as you wish.
This is a collage of my life.
Some of the statements matter, some of them are put there because I like the way they sound.
All of the people involved are fake/inherently good.
All of the events are real.
Comment as you wish.