|Every man has his muse and Mine could be the Bottle.
||[Apr. 2nd, 2009|12:52 am]
Marky - Boy
|||||The Death of Me - City and Colour||]|
So another tough day at work. I sit and I wonder how I got where I am. I have been wondering what I could of done different. Have I been me this whole time? Have I been wandering about through this world in a life that isn't exactly mine? Tonight I get more weird news on my love life. I suppose it is alright I mean I no longer have to be a game, I no longer have to be the puppet on the strings of hands who won't ever take me seriously. Maybe it is time I break the mold of me. I could stop drinking I could move I could just fly away to what I want to be? but could I? Is it my fate? I want to find my fate I do. I know nobody really reads this now. I know my writing has become unconventional but truthfully something my life is very off. My mind is not right. I am not right. I no longer dream of hitting a big goal I don't want to I want to run through it! I know again that this makes no sense I know I have spoken so ma ny times of change but I truly feel I have finally lost the game. Now it is time for me to find round 2.
I'll see ya when I see ya.