Train of Thought
Dressed up in memories of you like a ghost that you can’t seem to get rid of. Truth is you like having me around you just hate that I remind you too much of what could have been. What could still be if it weren’t so bad, weren’t so messed up, weren’t so flawed. I’m not stupid enough to think you’ll ever turn around and lay back down on those rail road tracks...
Work, work, work, work...
…and then pass out. Don’t get me wrong I loved having today off but its just made it that much harder to get up @ 5 and trudge up there to work for 9 hours. Just looked at the clock and realized I need to sleep or face the consequences. Must. Stop. Creeping. On. Tumblr. It’s addictive yo.
Living in a Boombox...
…really sucks when it only seems to play the most obnoxious music. At a ridiculous decidable no less. There are some days I feel like taking a sledge hammer and beating my own face in just to get away from it. I feel like a broken record whining about the same thing over and over again but if you keep having the same problem over and over again and time after time nothing gets done about it...