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"