Why can't I do anything for myself? I live my life as though i'm expecting some outside force to salvage my existence. When did I become this way? Why and to what end? Those who cannot forgo immediate gratification end up living on the street consuming themselves. Granted, i'm not exctly anywhere near streetlife but, nonetheless, despite my most fervent resolve, i can't get the monkey off of my back. And i miss my friend. Feeling powerless atop my throne.
pokes:
People are for the birds.