What did you bring me to keep me from the gallows pole?
Another sleepless night in the Mad city. I was in the mood to write something poetic, but I'm really mostly in the mood to get blind drunk and scream at my neighbors. I was considering sleep but they keep walking around upstairs anyway.
I often find myself wondering what the fuck I'm doing with my life. I talk a good fight when some one asks me about my life. I can come up with tons of great things that make people believe I'm on top of the world. But most of them are hollow. So why not focus on the substantial ones? Because, young grasshopper, suffering is the natural state of humanity. The masses are paying the Karmic debt of this planet as we turn the wheel back towards balance. Suffer. Suffer for the greater good. Smile while you suffer for happiness.
My mind is so ADD right now. I can't hold a coherent sentence long enough to type it without rereading it several times. Even then I'm not quite sure that anything I'm rambling makes sense.
Truthfully I am happy. I think. I don't think I'll be unhappy when the worth of my life is tallied. I think I'll come out ahead.
I wonder how my soul weighs against a feather.
Hmm... Not even my religion.
I'm still thinking about that realty job. I could make a ton of money... Then again, I could go bust.
I can't afford to go bust. I have a car to pay off. I loves my Subaru.
My father drives my old Subaru these days. He's killing it. I don't know how he drove a stick for so many years without destroying it.
I think I've listened to this damn song like 8 times. Fuck I need to change up my playlist.
Fuck. I'm just going to stop this rant now. I'm sure I'll look at this tomorrow and wonder what I was on. Guess what? Nothing. That's what. Or ya know... four hours of sleep the night before. My bed is cold and lonely when the girl is out of town. C'est la vie.
I'm going to go do dishes. Peace.
Another sleepless night in the Mad city. I was in the mood to write something poetic, but I'm really mostly in the mood to get blind drunk and scream at my neighbors. I was considering sleep but they keep walking around upstairs anyway.
I often find myself wondering what the fuck I'm doing with my life. I talk a good fight when some one asks me about my life. I can come up with tons of great things that make people believe I'm on top of the world. But most of them are hollow. So why not focus on the substantial ones? Because, young grasshopper, suffering is the natural state of humanity. The masses are paying the Karmic debt of this planet as we turn the wheel back towards balance. Suffer. Suffer for the greater good. Smile while you suffer for happiness.
My mind is so ADD right now. I can't hold a coherent sentence long enough to type it without rereading it several times. Even then I'm not quite sure that anything I'm rambling makes sense.
Truthfully I am happy. I think. I don't think I'll be unhappy when the worth of my life is tallied. I think I'll come out ahead.
I wonder how my soul weighs against a feather.
Hmm... Not even my religion.
I'm still thinking about that realty job. I could make a ton of money... Then again, I could go bust.
I can't afford to go bust. I have a car to pay off. I loves my Subaru.
My father drives my old Subaru these days. He's killing it. I don't know how he drove a stick for so many years without destroying it.
I think I've listened to this damn song like 8 times. Fuck I need to change up my playlist.
Fuck. I'm just going to stop this rant now. I'm sure I'll look at this tomorrow and wonder what I was on. Guess what? Nothing. That's what. Or ya know... four hours of sleep the night before. My bed is cold and lonely when the girl is out of town. C'est la vie.
I'm going to go do dishes. Peace.
--Brooke