Thursday, 26 January 2012

Fucked again

It's not about when and why you start, its not about how the process makes u extremely hard, its not about losing yourself in a million and one ways, its not about recoveries' sparkling displays, it has fuck-all to do with winning or losing, but it's all about what life you are choosing...
Distroying your life in a million ways, wasting much more than just days, burning your braincells one by one - atleast that part of the process is a lot of fun. Losing evrything and evryone you've ever loved, getting back the respect of people you with once were involved, how great is the feeling when u r clean for a day, to yourself that is a big fucking hip-hip-hooray...
I'll never know what the fuck im saying, don't even know to who i am praying, looking up and begging please, and this while im on my fucking knees. Is it possible for you lower to go, how much more character do you have to show. One sweet day you might have understanding, about what this fucking process of you is demanding...
See it as a lesson in life, and in mine these lessons are rife. Still nobody and nothing i am today: but take my word for it that im not here to play. I'll show you how to climb to the top, and from there a huge fucking lesson in morals on your head i'll drop. Not even pretending that im better than you: and that too me all along you did do. Humble is the only way to go and to the path of that you i'll show...

'Rise up this mornin', Smiled with the risin' sun,Three little birds Pitch by my doorstep Singin' sweet songs Of melodies pure and true,Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:

"Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about athing, oh! Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry! "Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry'

Bob Marley - 3 little birds

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