li(f)e
is just a lie with a f in it, and death is definite.
I feeel lost. i dont now what makes me happy anymore. no matter how many good things that can happen to me, I always have to look past it, and just bum out on what I dont have, and why, I hate the familiarity with life. Everything is just a fucking routine,
wake up, go to school, eat, slum away in my room. And the weekened, wake up, get high/drunk.
I miss this:
at least its cold again
I feeel lost. i dont now what makes me happy anymore. no matter how many good things that can happen to me, I always have to look past it, and just bum out on what I dont have, and why, I hate the familiarity with life. Everything is just a fucking routine,
wake up, go to school, eat, slum away in my room. And the weekened, wake up, get high/drunk.
I miss this:
at least its cold again