waste.
all i do now is sit around and get trashed. i feel like a waste, but at the same time, i don't care enough to change it. all that is on my mind now is heading out for about two weeks and traveling to nashville, cincinatti, canton, iowa, and memphis. i hope this will clear some shit up for me. if nothing else at least i will be with one of my best friends.
last night after it was all over, everyone had passed out, i sat up and drank and drank for about three hours by myself. i just sat there and chainsmoked, drank and wrote. i would type what i wrote, but it's nearly illegible. none of this means anything. what have i become?
"you could have it all"
This is Typical.