Life's a bitch, but so are you
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever get where I'm going. Then I start wondering if I would even know when I'm there. Who am I kidding? I wouldn't. I don't know exactly what I want, but at least I know I want something. And that's more than you can say. I'm starting to realize how fucked up life really is... I thought it was bad before, lol. I want so badly to leave this prison, but what the fuck am I tricking myself into thinking? Roads, houses, stores, people, and more bullshit; it's all the same no matter where you go. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's not the world I'm dissapointed in, but once again I might be looking at the problem from the wrong angle.
I'm having some serious second thoughts about leaving for LA this summer. As much as I convinced myself theres nothing here that I'm looking for, I'm starting to wonder if I'm wrong. So maybe I'm just looking too far ahead, and what I need is right in front of me. I thought I wanted so much more, but maybe I'm wrong. And I hate more than anything to be unsure, and I realize that secondguessing myself could be bad. "I want so badly to believe, that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word, to the extent that it's absurd. I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?"
What I'm looking for, can not be sold to me,
I wish they all would stop trying.
Because what I want, and what I need,
Can and will always be free.
Peace, Love, Empathy
I'm having some serious second thoughts about leaving for LA this summer. As much as I convinced myself theres nothing here that I'm looking for, I'm starting to wonder if I'm wrong. So maybe I'm just looking too far ahead, and what I need is right in front of me. I thought I wanted so much more, but maybe I'm wrong. And I hate more than anything to be unsure, and I realize that secondguessing myself could be bad. "I want so badly to believe, that there is truth, that love is real. And I want life in every word, to the extent that it's absurd. I know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by?"
What I'm looking for, can not be sold to me,
I wish they all would stop trying.
Because what I want, and what I need,
Can and will always be free.
Peace, Love, Empathy