kev1n

2 days off.
i'm still exhausted.
something's wrong.

i just feel so dejected. i have nothing to look forward to. i wake up, work, come home, sleep, repeat. i have barely any free time.

ugh. i just want to leave.
last night, i was driving down the road at like 4am. part of me was wondering if my friend was awake, so i could lend him a star wars video game. (once again, this is why i don't mix well with women). he was. but my point. i was cruising along. rocking tweaker. and i realized how much i miss the road.

driving.
not just to the mall. to work. to repetition.

south. west. wherever i want to.

i may be a loser. but if that's the case, then nobody fucking wins. i'm a virus.
virus. gonna kill ya. gonna thrill ya. gonna rough you up...
he's the victim.
you're the master.
beg for mercy
more and faster.
(i did edit that. i have my reasons.)

you. yes, you. tell me what i want to hear.
-K