there's more to this world

than personal happiness. Kill it, end it now you fool, this is your life now, but what of your life in the future then, when your health eats you, when your fling is all ended. What of those that care, you're losing them over someone that doesn't, all they have is unknown feelings and a piece of solace, a cement paver that is there, and they're wearing it down to the gravel already.

SAD, DEPRESED

I'd go home and want to cry, but that's where it all starts, started, and will inevitably end.

impulse is one helluva drug

Sometimes a guys just wants to get drunk as fuck and watch How It's Made for hours, know what I'm sayin'? VEGETA?!

Love and other drugs, too many parallels to draw a straight line between a movie and Connie, between me and reality. I love her, but she'll never know.