Tring tring

Body is aching and sore, always longing for more, just one touch one hit, last one i promise then it is it. Lying to yourself over and over on a daily basis, in your life there are always these traces: of the addiction thats living inside you, fucking powerless you feel so nothing you can do. How many lies will there be told, how much of other peoples fictional shit have you sold. Everyone always meddling in your lifes story, what the fuck do you want: a bitch slap or some glory? Not one of those youll find here, do you reall think your bullshit i fear? All you motherfuckers can talk shit about me, if i dont die soon - one day youll see! Funny and ironic as it may sound, maybe ill get another turn this time round. I must just learn to stick it out, then start seeing what im really about. I know i can, altho its such a bitch...man...

'Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first'

Mark Twain