...Bulletin # 29568/71/FCSP/5
This is getting too much to be honest. Another bad day? Strike it from the record. Luck escaped in the night.
The shit keeps coming, waves of the stuff. I'm swamped. Drowning in it.
Bad dates. Becoming fluent in them. Cold and dull. Every time.
I felt like I was wearing somelse's skin today, completely at odds with my surroundings, wondering outloud 'what the fuck am I doing here'. This dead end job, dead end life in a dead end town.
I want out but I'm boxed in. This is crazy.
And so it goes on.
End of bulletin...
Song for the day:
Cake 'Frank Sinatra'
This is getting too much to be honest. Another bad day? Strike it from the record. Luck escaped in the night.
The shit keeps coming, waves of the stuff. I'm swamped. Drowning in it.
Bad dates. Becoming fluent in them. Cold and dull. Every time.
I felt like I was wearing somelse's skin today, completely at odds with my surroundings, wondering outloud 'what the fuck am I doing here'. This dead end job, dead end life in a dead end town.
I want out but I'm boxed in. This is crazy.
And so it goes on.
End of bulletin...
Song for the day:
Cake 'Frank Sinatra'