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When things are managable, they're alright. Usually i'm alone somewhere
When they start to unravel, that's when I begin to feel over-whelmed. Usually this is when people begin to ask me what I'm planning to do with my life.
If someone even offered me a job interview, in the current state that I am in, I'm not sure that halfway through the interview I wouldn't get down on my knees and start groveling for something steady. My pants are covered in a thick grease that spreads wider after every washing. A reminder of a night in Texas when I hid for cover under a parked boxcar. A reminder of when I felt alive.
I'm not sure where I fucked everything up. I'm searching. I've been getting very worked up thinking about how I could swing this around. I tell myself, my situation is nowhere near how bad other people have it.
i don't want to speak to anyone, professionally or casually. Convieniently I'm losing my voice due to a cold that I aquired during the week, a combination of being around someone who is getting over an illness, the sharp drop temperature and my own hubris about wearing the proper outer-garments.
I know the point where crazies start to begin to become that way. There a point where they could stop, re-evaluate their lives and decide to make a turn for the better, or continue on the downward spiral.
Fuck bridges, I've started burning everything around me.
Nice to meet you, I'm Charlie and I'm starting to lose my mind. I'm afraid of the commitment of work. Would you hire me?
When they start to unravel, that's when I begin to feel over-whelmed. Usually this is when people begin to ask me what I'm planning to do with my life.
If someone even offered me a job interview, in the current state that I am in, I'm not sure that halfway through the interview I wouldn't get down on my knees and start groveling for something steady. My pants are covered in a thick grease that spreads wider after every washing. A reminder of a night in Texas when I hid for cover under a parked boxcar. A reminder of when I felt alive.
I'm not sure where I fucked everything up. I'm searching. I've been getting very worked up thinking about how I could swing this around. I tell myself, my situation is nowhere near how bad other people have it.
i don't want to speak to anyone, professionally or casually. Convieniently I'm losing my voice due to a cold that I aquired during the week, a combination of being around someone who is getting over an illness, the sharp drop temperature and my own hubris about wearing the proper outer-garments.
I know the point where crazies start to begin to become that way. There a point where they could stop, re-evaluate their lives and decide to make a turn for the better, or continue on the downward spiral.
Fuck bridges, I've started burning everything around me.
Nice to meet you, I'm Charlie and I'm starting to lose my mind. I'm afraid of the commitment of work. Would you hire me?