Wide Beat.
i dont really know who me is anymore.. Everything is shananagins!!! Fucking Chaos. everything has changes alot of shit has happen'd just nothing important enough to discuss. I'm not crazy i dont think but i question it cuz everything around me cant be fucked up.. so it has to be me. I can't think.. there is pressure and everyone is beating down on me... Money... Money.. Drugs... Money.... GUILT! I have so much guilt and i have done nothing.... just beating pressure. A high that will take me nowhere but down. Swirling down torwards a sea of frustrating bullshit.... I just want to not care.. and i tell everyone i dont care.. but they arent listening and they insist on me caring about there sad lil stories and there happy little events.. I dont care.. i really dont infact if they told me now or six months from now i prolly still wouldnt care. But i have to know right? cuz if you cant tell Christine then who the hell can ya tell? But i sit here not thinking about the shit you push in my brain... a spit wad in a straw through my ear directed torwards my brain... a spit wad of information that i dont care about even almost. Well guess what.. my brain dyed and when you spit it now it goes swirling straight down and into my throat.. cramming your shit in my throat isnt gonna make it better.. it's not going to make me happier.. but you think after you ram shit down my throat for so long that it will get to my heart... Well Hahaha i got ya there to... with my brain dead disease my heart dyed w/ it... So you just keep ramming your shit down my throat until it gets to my stomach and then i'll just shit your shit out... And then what.. it did nothing to bitch and cram and ram and fucking shove your shit... cuz now your shit turned into my shit and i will cram my shit right back down into your brain cuz i know yours is still there. And i shove it in there until you get the same way i am.. i cant think i cant feel.. just numb.. and i dont care.. I really dont care.