I have no idea what's going on ( Read more... )

Ain't It A Shame?
To Be Shot Down In Flames!

Well, suppose it's better than being dragged along. Worse even when inebriation blanks any memory.

It's turned cold. In the space of a few short days, the seasons reversed, end result being the feeling of a waste of an even greater amount of time, time that can't be afforded, without consequences, and they are painful.
God damn.

Oh, bollocks awake at 5:30 in the AM. Need something, yet to figure out what that is.

How stubborn do you have to be to know that you don't understand what you want to do with your life, but you refuse to acknowledge that you don't know how to approach your inability to figure out what the fuck is going on?