blame it on the weather, but i'm a mess
and this february darkness. has me hating everyone
and i know i give you comfort, but this trouble makes me sick
and the longer i lay here, i know it's harder to get up
( - Silverstein)
It's actually March. But it's the same. Today I got the urge to smoke a whole package of cigarettes. Just to be bad. And my unrealistic sense of reality constantly messes up shit. I don't know why I never learn but apparently I never do. Keep hoping and then - nothing. Why the fuck do I even expect things from people? It's just not fucking worth it. People let you down over and over. And you know the best part, there isn't a fucking shit anyone can do about it. Just not fucking worth it. Cheerios.
