pudding

i am still living with your ghost. i am finally the bad guy i have always been told i was. accept it and move on. my head feels fuzzy and my thoughts are clouded and i really need a hand here people. i am falling apart and prone to poor choices . still sick, but not int he traditional way, just sick, you know what i mean dont you? dreading sunday, wish it would all vanish. mmm...curly fries. all i want is someone to understand me. i'm not complex, i'm really easy (not like "easy" easy) but you know what i mean. fuck everything, i wish i cold figure shit out.