Jul 18, 2009 00:27
I speak in sarcasm to relate.
To all the things I appreciate.
My reputation is the same its been.
I don't care what happens.
I read the book so I know the end.
I've probably said to much, but I've never felt more accomplished.
I'm losing sleep.
I'm losing friends.
I've got a love/hate love.
With the city I'm in.
I'll count the hours.
Having just one wish.
If I'm doing fine.
There's no point to this.