Saturday, 24 December 2011

???

How the fuck do u figure out where you are going if u don't have a fucking clue as to where u r? How do u pick up a life that's never been? Unburn all those fried fucking braincells? Go back to a point that never even existed. Looking for an innocence that's never existed. Fucked up and complicated as it might sound - its even more fucked up and complicated if u have to do it - don't worry, its not that bad; its a lot worse...
When sitting still is fucking annoying yet you don't have enough energy to pick yourself up, the fucking boredom drills through ur head, hammering away at your already fucking mudane and mind numbing existence, and then that annoying little voice in your head starts fucking with you, and I suppose this is where ur strength and character really gets put 2 the test. How long can u fight it off this time? Long enough I hope...


'Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction' - Bob Marley

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