monsterEATSthePILOT

[karma_to_burn]

everyone is taken.
steps away from one another.
putting grammar & punctuation in all the wrong places.
no course correction is indeed a path my friend.

so juvenile of me and all, but fuck. fuck fathers day.
thinking more about shit i guess i'm just not dealing with. it's funny when you feel dead, everything from the past just shifts into something else. happy memories aside, e-or stroll that sweet fat behind right on in.

i'm filled with hate. with rage. lazy rage. like being upset from a long cranky nap. that hate is just angry procrastination i'm guessing. watching shit just unfold, the things i can't change. my worthless energy absorbed into someone elses bubble of joy junk. meh.

trying not to care makes me dwell. 'change' is an exorcizer in self defeat. i suppose i'm still just going all about this the wrong way. all of this. and always wrong. unsure step. land mine boo ... boom.

all these dicks with names. these things making me feel things i can't say i care to feel. lazy bonus round two.

monsterEATSthePILOT