Hey kid your sick, well darling this is it.
"Just last night I was reminded of just how bad it had got and just how sick I had become but it could change with this relationship de-de range."
I'm dissapointed in myself again, what the hell is new?
However at least I've got the smarts, book smarts street stupid? No, not quite, I never took "How to spot bullshit 101"... I find out too late, but it's never to late to quit.
"I aint no kid Chicago I aint no Al Capone but there's a windy city in my bedroom alone, aw babe go ahead....to the kill"
I just got out of my awards ceremony for math instructors, another pretty framed award to put up on the wall. I decided last night I'm wasting time. Some people are focused on things I find obsolete however that's just my asshole opinion. I realized, however, if I could re-direct all these synapses firings into something more then myself I could actually do something. Now the question is 'What?'.
"I like this room I'm in now. I have coffee and some music coming out of these small speakers. I'm fine on my own. It's a relief. This scene would be lame with a female here. Female's aren't lame but nothing ruins a good room more than a human in it with you." - A Dull Roar p. 54
The one thing I do understand with my rage issues, is that they help me to be better motivated. I'd rather be pissed then many other emotions. Pissed off allows me to think/act/speak faster, and more efficiently. I love efficiency. Pissed off works better for me. When I'm content I'm sluggish and non-productive. Like an old slob. Now if only I could suppress those feelings that desire to be content. I think the idea of harmony in your life is death. Fuck Harmony.
It always seems when you think people are in the same stage as you, you realize that you are being biased and shut in. No one is ever in the same place as someone else. You may be in similar areas but never the same. Worse more, is when you wanted them so badly to be in the same place as you and you find they are on the polar opposite. Fucking great.
Focus. Focus. Focus. Things to be done, the U.S.S.R is waiting on my words of understanding.
SHIT TO DO.
All feelings are easy to end, don't confuse me with a lap dog. Au contraire, I'm the drooling rabies hound waiting to attack, and you're removing the leash. I'm on the run. Look what you didn't do.
Ashley.
Also this
I'm dissapointed in myself again, what the hell is new?
However at least I've got the smarts, book smarts street stupid? No, not quite, I never took "How to spot bullshit 101"... I find out too late, but it's never to late to quit.
"I aint no kid Chicago I aint no Al Capone but there's a windy city in my bedroom alone, aw babe go ahead....to the kill"
I just got out of my awards ceremony for math instructors, another pretty framed award to put up on the wall. I decided last night I'm wasting time. Some people are focused on things I find obsolete however that's just my asshole opinion. I realized, however, if I could re-direct all these synapses firings into something more then myself I could actually do something. Now the question is 'What?'.
"I like this room I'm in now. I have coffee and some music coming out of these small speakers. I'm fine on my own. It's a relief. This scene would be lame with a female here. Female's aren't lame but nothing ruins a good room more than a human in it with you." - A Dull Roar p. 54
The one thing I do understand with my rage issues, is that they help me to be better motivated. I'd rather be pissed then many other emotions. Pissed off allows me to think/act/speak faster, and more efficiently. I love efficiency. Pissed off works better for me. When I'm content I'm sluggish and non-productive. Like an old slob. Now if only I could suppress those feelings that desire to be content. I think the idea of harmony in your life is death. Fuck Harmony.
It always seems when you think people are in the same stage as you, you realize that you are being biased and shut in. No one is ever in the same place as someone else. You may be in similar areas but never the same. Worse more, is when you wanted them so badly to be in the same place as you and you find they are on the polar opposite. Fucking great.
Focus. Focus. Focus. Things to be done, the U.S.S.R is waiting on my words of understanding.
SHIT TO DO.
All feelings are easy to end, don't confuse me with a lap dog. Au contraire, I'm the drooling rabies hound waiting to attack, and you're removing the leash. I'm on the run. Look what you didn't do.
Ashley.
Also this
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