Not sure if life will ever get better or just be good. Maybe I just need to walk away from it all and stop giving a continental fuck. I like that one most. Conformity doesn't seem to work for me. At fucken all. Why's it that the don't give a fuck option never presents itself at all? Death is like that. Is it the answer. Fucked if I know. Seems like switching the light off, ejecting that tape. The music will stop. Given up on love, hope is for dreamers... life is for those that don't give a fuck about the rest. I'm writing this with the intention to not share as I know here I'm even more invisible than in the real world. I have to eject these thoughts and get them out though as I'm about to action these feelings. I can't continue like this anymore. Getting fucken by because that's what people think I'm worth. Fucken really? The unknown is as fucken enticing as death itself right now. Only difference is that I won't be able to pen it down from beyond. So many fucken stories, ideas and more... I need to get this shit out. People get by by doing far less. Fuck this. So happy I have a place to write shit where no one really gives a fuck. Putting it out there for no one specifically.
