today I cannot find the reasons to move.
I’m hunting down a black man
Hoping someone will kick his ass
I’m not doing it to make up for anything
I’m doing it because he doesn’t deserve to get away with it.
HIS NAME IS ERIC PERCY!
And I am looking him up in the yellow pages
If you meet him kill him
Anyways, moving on is weird. I’m happy, truly happy, every now and then. I’m feeling quite bipolar to tell the truth. Happy one moment and mad at the world the next. Jay says im just repressing my emotion. I glad I’m not relapsing to drinking. Last time I drowned out all the pain I ended up repeating the past. “Those whom do not learn from the past are damned to repeat it.” Its funny. I now understand why women stay with abusive men. When you love someone to that extreme, it doesn’t matter if they killed your fucking dog, you still love them. I meet a man selling jewelry on the street in San Francisco. He said i was as beautiful as my details and then asked me why I didn’t believe him. I smiled and almost cried. I whished him good luck in life and he told me that he had found love and now the hardest part of life is over. Its weird thinking about that. What about keeping love? Is it harder to find it or keep it?
Hoping someone will kick his ass
I’m not doing it to make up for anything
I’m doing it because he doesn’t deserve to get away with it.
HIS NAME IS ERIC PERCY!
And I am looking him up in the yellow pages
If you meet him kill him
Anyways, moving on is weird. I’m happy, truly happy, every now and then. I’m feeling quite bipolar to tell the truth. Happy one moment and mad at the world the next. Jay says im just repressing my emotion. I glad I’m not relapsing to drinking. Last time I drowned out all the pain I ended up repeating the past. “Those whom do not learn from the past are damned to repeat it.” Its funny. I now understand why women stay with abusive men. When you love someone to that extreme, it doesn’t matter if they killed your fucking dog, you still love them. I meet a man selling jewelry on the street in San Francisco. He said i was as beautiful as my details and then asked me why I didn’t believe him. I smiled and almost cried. I whished him good luck in life and he told me that he had found love and now the hardest part of life is over. Its weird thinking about that. What about keeping love? Is it harder to find it or keep it?