say it now
i cant sleep, must be the coffee after a few beers. my bruins lost a heartbreaker to notre dame this afternoon despite controlling most of the game. unfortunately, dorrel had no balls and is not a very good in game couch. i don't like him at all. But, that's neither hear nor there.
I'm on a down cycle - that's when i feel old and useless, that my life means nothing, that i missed life, and i'm completely empty. Beer doesn't taste as good and ciggys are never good enough.
Is it so bad that i think evil thoughts? Am I so different? Is it wrong that I want what is not mine? Am I the first? Is it impossible to want it so much it hurts? Am I wrong?
Still I try to make it better and pour butter in my plain toast of a life. Still I put balm on the third degree burns of my heart only to see it whipped again and again by life. Is there surrender...
I'm on a down cycle - that's when i feel old and useless, that my life means nothing, that i missed life, and i'm completely empty. Beer doesn't taste as good and ciggys are never good enough.
Is it so bad that i think evil thoughts? Am I so different? Is it wrong that I want what is not mine? Am I the first? Is it impossible to want it so much it hurts? Am I wrong?
Still I try to make it better and pour butter in my plain toast of a life. Still I put balm on the third degree burns of my heart only to see it whipped again and again by life. Is there surrender...