Feeling tired, rejected, unloved, stupid, and not all together pleased with life in general. Depression's setting in like a slow moving fog bank.
Talk of old times has had a double pronged effect, it has made feel both old and unsuccesful, and it has me missing those i love who have gone before me.
Talks of my father lead to thoughts of Greg which in turn lead to thoughts of all the rest i've lost.
Couple all of this with the fact that i am much more disapointed in my potentially having to leave this site on the 3rd than i ever thought i would be makes for a very nice little blue mood. Who would have guessed that the pursuit of boobs and ass would lead to friendship? It wasn't what i signed up for but there it is anyway.
I keep having one of my favorite songs run around inside my head, it's one of those that's bittersweet anymore though, it was on the tape of songs we made for Greg when he died.
AC/DC - Ride ON
Its another lonely evening
And another lonely town
But I aint too young to worry
And I aint too old to cry
When a woman gets me down
Got another empty bottle
And another empty bed
Aint too young to admit it
And Im not too old to lie
Im just another empty head
Thats why Im lonely
Im so lonely
But I know what Im gonna do -
Im gonna ride on
Ride on
Ride on, standing on the edge of the road
Ride on, thumb in the air
Ride on, one of these days Im gonna
Ride on, change my evil ways
Till then Ill just keep dragging on
Broke another promise
And I broke another heart
But I aint too young to realize
That I aint too old to try
Try to get back to the start
And its another red light nightmare
Another red light street
And I aint too old to hurry
Cause I aint too old to die
But I sure am hard to beat
But Im lonely
Lord Im lonely
What am I gonna do -
Ride on
Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket
Ride on
Ride on, going the wrong way
Ride on, gonna change my evil ways
Ride on, one of these days
One of these days
Ride on
Ride on
Im gonna ride on
Ride on, looking for a truck
Ride on
Ride on, keep on riding
Riding on and on and on
Talk of old times has had a double pronged effect, it has made feel both old and unsuccesful, and it has me missing those i love who have gone before me.
Talks of my father lead to thoughts of Greg which in turn lead to thoughts of all the rest i've lost.
Couple all of this with the fact that i am much more disapointed in my potentially having to leave this site on the 3rd than i ever thought i would be makes for a very nice little blue mood. Who would have guessed that the pursuit of boobs and ass would lead to friendship? It wasn't what i signed up for but there it is anyway.
I keep having one of my favorite songs run around inside my head, it's one of those that's bittersweet anymore though, it was on the tape of songs we made for Greg when he died.
AC/DC - Ride ON
Its another lonely evening
And another lonely town
But I aint too young to worry
And I aint too old to cry
When a woman gets me down
Got another empty bottle
And another empty bed
Aint too young to admit it
And Im not too old to lie
Im just another empty head
Thats why Im lonely
Im so lonely
But I know what Im gonna do -
Im gonna ride on
Ride on
Ride on, standing on the edge of the road
Ride on, thumb in the air
Ride on, one of these days Im gonna
Ride on, change my evil ways
Till then Ill just keep dragging on
Broke another promise
And I broke another heart
But I aint too young to realize
That I aint too old to try
Try to get back to the start
And its another red light nightmare
Another red light street
And I aint too old to hurry
Cause I aint too old to die
But I sure am hard to beat
But Im lonely
Lord Im lonely
What am I gonna do -
Ride on
Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket
Ride on
Ride on, going the wrong way
Ride on, gonna change my evil ways
Ride on, one of these days
One of these days
Ride on
Ride on
Im gonna ride on
Ride on, looking for a truck
Ride on
Ride on, keep on riding
Riding on and on and on
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Billy