Probably the most angst ridden post ever
This is the end, this is it.
Erica's pregnant.
Kelly's with a junkie.
Aaron's living at my house because of previous junkie.
Chris is trying as hard as possible to move out of here with Aaron and trying as hard as possible not to keep me in the loop about it.
I am unsatisfied emotionally, physically, mentally, socially, universaly. if that's a word.
I am stagnating and rotting along with all these other sick people.
And the saddest thing is is that I can't do anything about it.
I am so terribly trapped in this thing called life and drowning in the pool of shit I created for myself. somewhere God's laughing at the irony.
and I'm just peering through a little crack in my Wall watching the world go on despite itself.
is anybody out there?
Erica's pregnant.
Kelly's with a junkie.
Aaron's living at my house because of previous junkie.
Chris is trying as hard as possible to move out of here with Aaron and trying as hard as possible not to keep me in the loop about it.
I am unsatisfied emotionally, physically, mentally, socially, universaly. if that's a word.
I am stagnating and rotting along with all these other sick people.
And the saddest thing is is that I can't do anything about it.
I am so terribly trapped in this thing called life and drowning in the pool of shit I created for myself. somewhere God's laughing at the irony.
and I'm just peering through a little crack in my Wall watching the world go on despite itself.
is anybody out there?