I'm looking forward to the past, why you might ask?
Because life doesn't really get any better than this, and I don't mean that in the bitter sweet fucking life is a movie sorta way, no; I mean that in the harshist most nilistic way possible.
I see people all around me who have lived thier lives, and for what? A fucking house somewhere with maybe a wife they hate and and children they can;t begin to inpart the lessons in life that none seems to learn without their own hardship. Fuck it all I say, who needs it anyways.
Yeah, so what it's been a hard week, so what that I can't find any joy in my life except my girlfriend who can't find any in hers.
Day in and day out nothing changes, it's all just a fucking play; it's one of those drama games that people play "Let's see how many different ways we can represent this one basic concept" that's my fucking life, what concept? I don't fucking know and I don't even know if I care to know.
The more you try the harder it bares down on you, the more it try's to break you. Until that day when you do actually give up and then what? It all fucking starts agian.
I have hit bottom more times than I can count, and you know what... I have learned things, these things, these spectacular life fucking lessons, what else? They don't do you fucking good, they just make your situation that is the mockery of your life seem even more ironic.
I just want to be free.
Because life doesn't really get any better than this, and I don't mean that in the bitter sweet fucking life is a movie sorta way, no; I mean that in the harshist most nilistic way possible.
I see people all around me who have lived thier lives, and for what? A fucking house somewhere with maybe a wife they hate and and children they can;t begin to inpart the lessons in life that none seems to learn without their own hardship. Fuck it all I say, who needs it anyways.
Yeah, so what it's been a hard week, so what that I can't find any joy in my life except my girlfriend who can't find any in hers.
Day in and day out nothing changes, it's all just a fucking play; it's one of those drama games that people play "Let's see how many different ways we can represent this one basic concept" that's my fucking life, what concept? I don't fucking know and I don't even know if I care to know.
The more you try the harder it bares down on you, the more it try's to break you. Until that day when you do actually give up and then what? It all fucking starts agian.
I have hit bottom more times than I can count, and you know what... I have learned things, these things, these spectacular life fucking lessons, what else? They don't do you fucking good, they just make your situation that is the mockery of your life seem even more ironic.
I just want to be free.
stormy:
i like powerful words. even if by defination they imply a "weakness". their use in conversation or even putting a name to a feeling-is powerful.negative.postive.whatever.