Well only two people in the whole entire universe want me to write another post. I don’t want to write one, but I will an honest post. Now that I sit here in my apartment, by myself, philosophizing about my life, I wonder. Everyday I interact with a loved one or talk to someone I care, I want to say the phrase: “Just wait until I am dead and then figure it out or……” Sometimes I feel like that is a great response, sometimes I feel like it is too easy. But as I sit here on my balcony, drinking, wanting to smoke a cigarette, to feel alive again, I watch these folks walk to their cars getting ready to go out to the club and I think to myself why? I see them get into their expensive cars and rive away, I realize that their lives along with everyone else in the world, live behind their materialistic bullshit. I also realize that I am nothing more then a mistake. A 23 year mistake. I should have left this big deaf world a long time ago. I think I am going to go to counseling, not to better myself but to save myself from utter destruction, I think I need counseling. I could easily cause myself to have a heart attack over the easiest, pathetic thing. Again, yes I know I shouldn’t be alive. I hate blogging anymore because the things I want to type and say I can’t. I have to hold them in and save them for my little friend in the closet, my only friend here in
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Could this be a comeback?
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