Bittersweet to complete
I don't seem to sleep so much, and I think I am doing alright with that. The things that I keep to myself are really starting to bleed. While I am busy covering it up, I've failed to notice that blood stains and my only downfalls are great. I've lacked small errors my whole life, and the only ones that have seemed to transpire have been great and heavy. Seems like when you finally squeeze yourself out of one jam another seems to sneak up on you. I wish it would SNICK up on me...
Sometimes I think that life would be easier if I were just a boy again. A boy in growing up in Wellsville.
Does anyone know how long a tank can run on only a quarter tank of gas?
My short lived moments consist of livejournal lately. All my free time goes to spilling myself on this canvas that is livejournal.
I fear as though i'll just go with it and ski to my demise.
Sometimes I think that life would be easier if I were just a boy again. A boy in growing up in Wellsville.
Does anyone know how long a tank can run on only a quarter tank of gas?
My short lived moments consist of livejournal lately. All my free time goes to spilling myself on this canvas that is livejournal.
I fear as though i'll just go with it and ski to my demise.