Hey all. Here's what happening in your world, tonight. The professionals say its generalized anxiety disorder. Big words for giving a shit. Let me explain. You know when you say somthing to sombody and you regret it. I do it all the time. But the problem is I think about everything that I have said, to anyone regardless of whether or not I will see them again. No matter how harmless it was, I allways assume the person I said it to took it the wrong way. Thats what causes the insomnia. My problem is that my whole existance hinges on what other people think of me. Sometimes I wish for early onset Alzhiemers. The soundtrack to this tale was penned originally in 92.
Hello me. Meet the real me. and my misfits way of life. a dark black past is my most valued possetion. Hindsight is allways 20-20. But lookin back its still a bit fuzzy. Speak of mutually assured distruction. Nice story TELL IT TO READER'S DIGEST!!!
For those of you not in the know, thats Sweating Bullets. But me ranting reminds me of something randall said to dante. Shit or get off the pot.
This is me getting up.
Hello me. Meet the real me. and my misfits way of life. a dark black past is my most valued possetion. Hindsight is allways 20-20. But lookin back its still a bit fuzzy. Speak of mutually assured distruction. Nice story TELL IT TO READER'S DIGEST!!!
For those of you not in the know, thats Sweating Bullets. But me ranting reminds me of something randall said to dante. Shit or get off the pot.
This is me getting up.