uncool_hipster

Sometimes the shit piles up... And you're saturated by the essence of it. Somedays it simply isn't worth even getting up... or going to bed for that matter. The only thing that seems to motivate you is the desire not to smell your self-loathing. Perhaps that's a little too melodramatic but it's been a rough ride on this bigwheel as of late. Lost my job... everyone in my family is having money problems... Mother has lost most of her income while my sister may loose her house. Kristy (my love and light) is having school problems and my mother just broke up with her boyfriend and will need me to help her move out sometime this week. It's been a while since there has been this many tears around me. I think I might need some new waterwings soon. I just want to jump the Hunter S. Thompson tricycle ride to oblivion. Pedal... pedal... coast! Pedal, pedal, coast! What the fuck, let's ride!