This is just a fake universe, where I get punished for being kind and good. I am back to giving up again. No hater posts please. I am depressed enough as it is. I have to stop letting people take advantage of me. And take something back for myself. Or take my Tramadol and Prazosin, then go drive my wheel chair around in traffic. Being used hurts. 
I am back to giving up again. No hater posts please. I am depressed enough as it is. I have to stop letting people take advantage of me. And take something back for myself. Or take my Tramadol and Prazosin, then go drive my wheel chair around in traffic. Being used hurts.
A new day, the sun rises over the darkness that befalls me. People are hash animals, nothing more. They just think they are better because they can reason. They want to hurt you so they can feel better about themselves. Death has moved on to those who have hurt me. I am strong. I can stand with pride knowing that I have give and not received. I have love with all my heart, and it has not been facilitated. Though I love her dearly, and she has broken my heart it is not crushed. It is her lost, my love, for it is stronger than the sea itself. One day soon she will wish she had return my love in sort, so that she could receive the benefits there of. I do sorry for my loss, because my heart is good and will ways forgive and forget. I am not a bad person, because I have issues with people not answering me when I ask them important question. I take care of people I love, and I do expect them to reciprocate in like manner. And they should, but people only think about themselves. SO Now I must think about myself. Damn all you people who think you are better than me. I know what I am, do you know what you are? Some day I will put my weapon in my mouth and blow my brains out over the red flower that can not love me, but not today. I have music to write and a business to build. Then when she comes to me, I will say no.
A work in procession to the end of things
When you finally find out all you are is worth money, and love means nothing, and that other people won't change. You have nothing left. Johnny is right; it’s time to go home. A man can't live without dignity, respect, safety & security, and the feeling that he is loved. When all this is gone only emptiness and decay remains. And empty heart is as good as dead. He waits for me. I hear this footsteps coming now, in the distance. The darkness hasn’t got here yet, but I know it is on its way.
When you finally find out all you are is worth money, and love means nothing, and that other people won't change. You have nothing left. Johnny is right; it’s time to go home. A man can't live without dignity, respect, safety & security, and the feeling that he is loved. When all this is gone only emptiness and decay remains. And empty heart is as good as dead. He waits for me. I hear this footsteps coming now, in the distance. The darkness hasn’t got here yet, but I know it is on its way.
A work in procession to the end of things
When you finally find out all you are is worth money, and love means nothing, and that other people won't change. You have nothing left. Johnny is right; it’s time to go home. A man can't live without dignity, respect, safety & security, and the feeling that he is loved. When all this is gone only emptiness and decay remains. And empty heart is as good as dead. He waits for me.
When you finally find out all you are is worth money, and love means nothing, and that other people won't change. You have nothing left. Johnny is right; it’s time to go home. A man can't live without dignity, respect, safety & security, and the feeling that he is loved. When all this is gone only emptiness and decay remains. And empty heart is as good as dead. He waits for me.
When you finally find out all you are is worth money, and love means nothing, and that other people won't change. You have nothing left. Johnny is right; it’s time to go home. A man can't live without dignity, respect, safety & security, and the feeling that he is loved When all this is gone ony emptiness and decay remains. And empty heart is as good as dead
No one seems to care to read my blogs except the Buddist wierdos, or the one that is not suppose to. So I will stop writing them. No one ever give me good advice here anyway.
I guess I am just old fashion. I was raise that if you do well to others that they will be good to you. But all it seems like today is that being a friend meaning giving, but ever getting. Every women I have care for has hurt me. I have PTSD. I don't sleep. The medications the VA gives me don't work. They say I have suicidal tendencies. So I always pick the ones that say they love me, but just want to be friends, which means take care of me but I don’t want any physical attachments. When one says they love you, there are responsibilities that come with that word. It only has one meaning. I have been placed on the cross of “I love you dearly”, I have bleed out. I am dead. This is how I feel now. Hearts don’t mend quickly. And when I am gone, she has no one to blame but herself. I trusted her. She was all that was keeping me going.
Friendship is a relationship between friends, a friendly feeling or attitude. Friends care for one another and look out for each other. For a deep understanding to occur between friends, they must open up about personal things, listen carefully, and be loyal to one another. Friendships and associations are often thought of as spanning across the same continuum and are sometimes viewed as weaknesses. Unrequited love is love that is not openly reciprocated or understood as such, even though reciprocation is usually deeply desired. The beloved may or may not be aware of the admirer's deep and strong romantic affections.
When you finally find out all you are is worth money, and love means nothing, and that other people won't change. You have nothing left. Johnny is right; it’s time to go home. A man can't live without dignity, respect, safety & security, and the feeling that he is loved.
