Drugs vs No Drugs
I am like motherfucking up motherfucking down.
I am tired of being the see saw of my own emotions.
People have been pissing me off right and left and I have just been letting them. One of my friends is in need and Im kinda sucking at the situation right now. I pretty much feel worthless and like a waste of space.
And then 5 minutes later I will realize how awesome I am and how i am invincible and can accomplish anything.
And then I will remember that I do stupid shit and always fuck up.
I AM TIRED OF THESE EMOTIONS.
Drugs cannot cure anything and I really dont want to start on the path of popping pills to control my emotions. Another reason I dont think I will ever seek therapy. I am unhappy but it is only for a moment.
And moments really dont last a life time.
I need Wachovia to get on the ball. I need this weekend to be over. I need my tax return to arrive. I need a fit of inspiration and I need to accomplish my goals.
My big beautiful goals. They are kinda nothing without work. And work scares me as we all know. Maybe I am just shitting myself again.
Im involved with a guy, he takes my crazy and puts it in a blender and makes happy souffle. Its not ideal but when is anything. Anywyas I have no attachements yet because everything falls apart.
Maybe I am just scared that stuff one day wont.
I am tired of being the see saw of my own emotions.
People have been pissing me off right and left and I have just been letting them. One of my friends is in need and Im kinda sucking at the situation right now. I pretty much feel worthless and like a waste of space.
And then 5 minutes later I will realize how awesome I am and how i am invincible and can accomplish anything.
And then I will remember that I do stupid shit and always fuck up.
I AM TIRED OF THESE EMOTIONS.
Drugs cannot cure anything and I really dont want to start on the path of popping pills to control my emotions. Another reason I dont think I will ever seek therapy. I am unhappy but it is only for a moment.
And moments really dont last a life time.
I need Wachovia to get on the ball. I need this weekend to be over. I need my tax return to arrive. I need a fit of inspiration and I need to accomplish my goals.
My big beautiful goals. They are kinda nothing without work. And work scares me as we all know. Maybe I am just shitting myself again.
Im involved with a guy, he takes my crazy and puts it in a blender and makes happy souffle. Its not ideal but when is anything. Anywyas I have no attachements yet because everything falls apart.
Maybe I am just scared that stuff one day wont.