Why?
why do i even try anymore? all it ever leads to is disapointment and heartache. i hate this town. i hate this state..i hate everything about my life right now, im almost to the point of just leaving it all behind for a new begining. and yes..if you think this pertains to you, it probably does. you are the new addition to a long string of let downs. i am aparently too "old" for some...not attractive enough for other. i just dont fucking fit in anywhere. god damnit...fuck this.
fuck all of this bull mother fucking shit, im so depressed right now i cant even think. this always happens, why did i think it would end any different than all the other times. im not obsessed, but when this make the 100th time something like "this" has happened..you tend to get to be a little sad that everyone around me is happy, yet i sit in the gloom and get rained on. hell, im not even going to graduate this year, i have to go to fucking summer school to get my deploma. no college is going to accept me, my life is shit from here on out. im not getting into art school, im not becoming an architect, and im never going to own my own tattoo shop ( or hell, even work in one for that matter ). my life is shit from here on out, and i can do nothing about it.
i might be going away for a while, who knows, noone is gonna miss me one way or another. everyone says they love me, but i wonder if they all really mean it. i mean...they could go on without me, and i sometime think i might be better off leaving them with this immage of myself. i've gotta go and find myself, and i dont know how long that is going to take, or if i will be the same when i get back.
This is my darkest hour, the light of the sun cannot penetrate this cloud that looms over my brow. a gust of wind will be at my feet, where it carries me..i do not know
fuck the entire world,
Scott Douglas Breeding
fuck all of this bull mother fucking shit, im so depressed right now i cant even think. this always happens, why did i think it would end any different than all the other times. im not obsessed, but when this make the 100th time something like "this" has happened..you tend to get to be a little sad that everyone around me is happy, yet i sit in the gloom and get rained on. hell, im not even going to graduate this year, i have to go to fucking summer school to get my deploma. no college is going to accept me, my life is shit from here on out. im not getting into art school, im not becoming an architect, and im never going to own my own tattoo shop ( or hell, even work in one for that matter ). my life is shit from here on out, and i can do nothing about it.
i might be going away for a while, who knows, noone is gonna miss me one way or another. everyone says they love me, but i wonder if they all really mean it. i mean...they could go on without me, and i sometime think i might be better off leaving them with this immage of myself. i've gotta go and find myself, and i dont know how long that is going to take, or if i will be the same when i get back.
This is my darkest hour, the light of the sun cannot penetrate this cloud that looms over my brow. a gust of wind will be at my feet, where it carries me..i do not know
fuck the entire world,
Scott Douglas Breeding