rage of discipline...
yeah, that's what i'd like to be feeling...fuck this. i don't have any faith in the healing powers of hardcore anymore. i used to go to shows and feel better and forget about shit...but now that i have everything invested in it, it just makes me feel worse. kids piss me off, girls make me sad, and the music can only take my scrawny structure so far when i'm rolling my ankle three measures into the first set. fuck fuck fuck. i'm sick of everything. sam says i need a 'near life expieriance'. i say i need anything but this. i'm not looking forward to shit. i'm looking back on everything, wondering not "where did i go wrong" but "where the fuck am i?"