Things are getting more complicated, as the days pass we involve more drugs, more alcohol, more police, more talks, more sexiness, more of every thing but peace. Gets tiresum. One of these days im waiting to see myself fall. I love the life style. But truth be told i cant keep up with it. To have sumthing, that shows we all my faults would be full, staked high. But fufilling at that. I complain to make my life harder, but i also try to find sumone, sum one that wants to be with me or as fucked up as i am. I pretend like life is so easy and yet complain that its so hard. I cant walk the day with out a ciggerte fit, andcant function without the talk about needed sex, and cant dodge the weekend with out a drink or consume conversation with out spilling my problems.
Some day. I will find sumthing so beatuiful that all of this will wash away. Nothing will bother me but the beauty of it all. Nothing but love. Peace. Happiness.
Find me. just. all of it. Find me. and make me who i need to be to be who i am, Not wat i am rotting away in