Man.
I am the man.
I am the WO man.
I am the womanizer.
I am not.
Its raining here. I love that. But I feel a bit lost. empty. Its really hard for me to convince myself to keep going. I have become apathetic. I supposes depressed is the right word. But Im not really sad. Every time I try and motovate, I just end up decomiscioning that launch. I am fearful and tired. I want to fight. I know I should fight. But then I think..."Why?" I never thought as my younger self, I would give up as my older self. I still don't think I will...But the possibility has gotten alot eaiser to entertain.
The days are not long enough. I feel like my time is squandered. I hate even purging like this. I feel weak and stupid. But I know that this will help me to pick up my mace, mount my battered steed. Ignore my wounds and once again, tired and wet from the constant rain, smash myself on the wall of the enemy. Hoping that this time will be diffrent. That this time, the line will buckle and give. I hope that this time the ravens will eye them instead of circling over me. And the cold wind will sing through there bones as I gain the earth.
Macknight
I am the man.
I am the WO man.
I am the womanizer.
I am not.
Its raining here. I love that. But I feel a bit lost. empty. Its really hard for me to convince myself to keep going. I have become apathetic. I supposes depressed is the right word. But Im not really sad. Every time I try and motovate, I just end up decomiscioning that launch. I am fearful and tired. I want to fight. I know I should fight. But then I think..."Why?" I never thought as my younger self, I would give up as my older self. I still don't think I will...But the possibility has gotten alot eaiser to entertain.
The days are not long enough. I feel like my time is squandered. I hate even purging like this. I feel weak and stupid. But I know that this will help me to pick up my mace, mount my battered steed. Ignore my wounds and once again, tired and wet from the constant rain, smash myself on the wall of the enemy. Hoping that this time will be diffrent. That this time, the line will buckle and give. I hope that this time the ravens will eye them instead of circling over me. And the cold wind will sing through there bones as I gain the earth.
Macknight
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mohollyweird:
morning Mac! Come to the party thursday night down in Chinatown!
voltaire:
Babe, you already know that if I wasn't already taken, I'd chase you down the street.... I have REALLY appreciated your friendship.... stop being a baby and call me........ I love you..............