FUCK. Make a fool of yourself time and time again, it get's you terribly far in this life. Can't you tell. I'm starting to lose it, i'm starting to lose it, starting to forget where the beginning and the end are. Starting to crave that sweet taste, that gentle push, that little sigh, that all-together amazing high. Struggle within. But stop again. Have better things to do with my time. But just a little escape would feel oh so delicious. Leave life behind for a moment in time. Because when you have to fake optimism just to get by, it becomes too much.

I don't know where i am going and it's starting to feel like home.

12:49 a.m. - 2007-08-05

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