12 months of useless self-examination
Seems that as of today, it's been a year since I created this bloody journal whatsit. God, back then, things were all manner of simpler: avoid hearin' voices in my head, find something to do with my time that didn't involve choking back guilt-ridden tears at every turn, and basically try to earn some trust.
None of those things applies anymore, obviously.
Died, got all ghost-ified, then not so terribly much anymore. Sums it all up, really. Helluva thing, my existence. Been wandering about in a bit of a fog as of late, feelin' at loose ends, and for what? Sod that. Time to be a bit more grateful 'bout the small runs of luck I've had and move on.
Leave the annoying tendency to whinge on at length to others. Not my style, not anymore.
None of those things applies anymore, obviously.
Died, got all ghost-ified, then not so terribly much anymore. Sums it all up, really. Helluva thing, my existence. Been wandering about in a bit of a fog as of late, feelin' at loose ends, and for what? Sod that. Time to be a bit more grateful 'bout the small runs of luck I've had and move on.
Leave the annoying tendency to whinge on at length to others. Not my style, not anymore.