The last cigarette sits between my lips but I will not smoke it.
I have endless addictions;
I have given up drinking and promiscuity, I should stop smoking but I really can't, not just a physical addiction. It's an emotional outlet, previously I used hardcore as that outlet then drinking and fucking but now that I work and I have all the stresses of an 'adult'. I need my release.
I won't get it taken away from me.
On the contrary, I am still disheartened with my life at the moment, I know I have it really great compared to most people. I have a car, a good job, an amazing girl and few friends.
Something just seems missing and empty.
So I write and I write and I write. The stuff you read here is only the stuff I deem suitable for the internet.
"I've got the blues, the blues got me"
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Love is passion, obsession. Something you can’t live without, there’s no sense living in a life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love no… You haven’t lived a life at all… But you have to try, because if you haven’t tried you haven’t lived