Random Comments by Drunk Rant 2.2
March 6th 2009 15:01
at this point it's not like gas. I can see the faces that make me feel vomit. i keep thinking that i want to share it with a close friend. she would understand. give me the red to express my thoughts. she keeps coming to my mind. one then two. which one can give me the relief i need.grrr to my pain. even when i think i have it it escapes me. the love of peace. then the love of conflict. i hate you both. give me quit. but then fill me with noise. i'd rather drink to the music of punk rock. if you please, carry this for me. I will spill all of what has been given. my cup is shaking. when it gets low the way is clear and makes for answers. when your eyes close from force then you can trust what you feel.
then...
the conflict of always trying to figure out what is going on everyday with all the crap i am facing has become hard in itself. i have felt good for a few days but now all the things that hunt me are coming to answer. i feel good for trying to do whats right but then i feel bad for the crap i have brought upon others. never would i have asked for this. give me a chance to take it back and i would give you the part that makes for stress.
then...
the conflict of always trying to figure out what is going on everyday with all the crap i am facing has become hard in itself. i have felt good for a few days but now all the things that hunt me are coming to answer. i feel good for trying to do whats right but then i feel bad for the crap i have brought upon others. never would i have asked for this. give me a chance to take it back and i would give you the part that makes for stress.
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