Spare me...Strike...
I wonder if people notice the way things smell. I honestly wonder that. I wonder if people who drink themselves off to sleep, or smoke themselves off into frazzle ever see life for what it is. Not a chance to leave it, to pardon it, to walk away from it, but for what it is, life without influence. Life the way it is supposed to be viewed. Life composed of midnights and the moon, of mornings with a view. Life composed of fog and rain and mist. Life composed of meaningful thought, not countered with starving or laughter.
I think I hate people...
Those who like to pull out infront of you, or block intersections, or simply not stop.
I think people should be checked for simply being rude. We sent a man into orbit, can we not fix a broken a record?
What am I doing up this late. What Am I doing writing all this shit that no one will have a say on?
To be honest sir, I have no Idea.
I should be reading or writing or sleeping...but I'm not. I'm sitting online complaining about nothing...and how much of my life is just that...nothing?
Tonight feels 'Bleck'.
I think I hate people...
Those who like to pull out infront of you, or block intersections, or simply not stop.
I think people should be checked for simply being rude. We sent a man into orbit, can we not fix a broken a record?
What am I doing up this late. What Am I doing writing all this shit that no one will have a say on?
To be honest sir, I have no Idea.
I should be reading or writing or sleeping...but I'm not. I'm sitting online complaining about nothing...and how much of my life is just that...nothing?
Tonight feels 'Bleck'.