Mar 12, 2010 22:49
Serva me, servabote - save me and i will save you.
Of the number of times i trusted, of the number of times it failed me. Seems like a never-ending cycle of reverse. Any progression is dwindled to a pause, and the realisation that the answer is the same as before. I’m sick of them.
Losing faith is never a good thing, but replacing bitterness with denial, far worst. I abhor the way I am now. Excessive clubbing, puking on the dancefloor, drinking to the point of blackout, manipulating them to get back at you - not who I want to be.
My dad asked if I’ve been on drugs. I never noticed how my lifestyle has changed me. I turn in at 6am, but it’s not until noon that I fall asleep. Then, I automatically wake up at 2pm. I get changed, and it’s another night of mayhem where I don’t return home ‘til dawn.
Lethargy, slow to react. Lethargy, slow to react. Lethargy, slow to react.
This crash course to hell has got to stop. If I ever fall back into this devious spiral, I hope I’ll be able to tell myself to stop and breath.
If you're listening, make everything better, please?