Emo night fights
Well droogs here now is the weepy and real tragic like part of the story where your narrator is imprisoned with filthy perverts and hardened scum that he has so well surrounded himself with. I suppose though it is only the mindless droning inside my head that takes these forms I have so much indiscriminate hate for. Is it not my own fault for not having taken advantage of all the opportunities that i can see. The choices that I make are those that I now regret and I would only wish that I could change my mind, personality or even just for one day somehow trade out my sould for something better. Something that I could be proud of and try to not live in regret over. I only wish that I could show her that I would drop anything and everything so that I might be able to make her happy. I'd change how I act, dress, talk, or even think if she wanted me to and thats the sad thing. Why could I feel such a damn emotion for another. Are they really worth it? Id love to think she is and I really believe that she could mean that much to me if only she knew this... Does she? or does she only think I'm some other guy looking to hook up? Bleh....o well....I hate it when the demons in your head eat at your small intestines til you have the conscience effort to bat them off and then laugh at your realization that you have no hand to do so. I wish I had hands to bat them away.