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 with that train barreling toward you like the nightmares you fear, with all my lies whispering in your ears. These thoughts aren’t for you though I know you’ll think they are, honestly they’re really for me and my late night musings. They are nothing more and nothing less, now go back to sleep before the sun catches you up out of bed.
…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.
…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 and nothing you do seems to work, what the hell are you suppose to do? Answer: Go crazy and start taking apart the thing that annoys you. Awesome guess it’s crazy time. Oh well sanity was starting to get old anyway. Fuck this shit.