| Current mood: |  exhausted |
| Current music: | the bitching of kristine turner. |
life as a series of addictions
maybe at home drunk is everyone's better half. Maybe we've finally stopped living in the past. Dwelling over the dead. Maybe its here. Finally the future that ive heard so much about. maybe this is what we turn into. thought it is still booze we burn for. and i know that that might sound sad and pathetic but its something that we've all grown dependent of. and, believe me, it makes for better nights because sometimes truth can only be seen through these amber lights that we hold in our hands and suck down. so find your truth and suck it down. suck it up and be a mess. and i know that might sound even more sad and pathetic. or at leat i suppose so. actually you know what? fuck it, i dont want to know how it sounds. because home isnt just the roof over our heads. its the same drinks to your right and friends to your left. its something thats always worth the wait. something thats always been worth missing when we're away.
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