fuck

i don't hate where i'm at but i hate where i'm at. you know what i'm saying?
you could say that i'm torn or an asshole. i would agree either way.
especially the later.

i seem to always find the trouble or put myself in positions where i should have known better.

either way, i'm always fucked but i always manage to find a way out.
thank you St.Jude.

less than a month till my trip. oh, the pain. oh, the color. oh, how i'm gonna hate tattoos.

i wish i could speak more of this "trouble" the problem is i can't. all i can say is that i know i'm in the wrong and this time i could give a fuck less. i'm doing what my heart and penis are telling me to do especially the later. and i'm loving every second of it. i only feel bad because i'm wondering where and when i decided that it was ok for me to do this. knowing i shouldnt. know someone is going to get hurt and all i can say is oh well, its not me for a change.

hearts? fuck hearts! you can have 'em or use 'em, but i'd rather lose 'em. thats my new philosophy.

so anyway...
you get nothing. you lose. good day sir.

and i'm out.