| Current mood: |  stressed |
| Current music: | AphexTwin "Ventolin" |
Confused Abused Elated
I hate life splitting decisions, the kind that strip the sleep from your lobes and render you unable to feel much except the weight of the judgement. I have to make a choice: In fact, I have no choice. No choice except to rush the snow, cross my balls and hope to come out bleeding only a little. Whatz worse is thats all about the green_ will i have enough to do it? Can i push hard enough to get enuff? I ABHOR this kind of profit-loss decision making_ where abstract cash is getting in the way of my happiness. I have no choice. I cannot cope without cutting my options in half which is where the money runs out. I only have enough to complete this business if i stayed on track right now. But the railroad is too busy and I'm gonna kill the commuters and myself if i carry on this way. I trust that my luck will hold, nerves wont snap and my heart doesnt break as the noise starts cuttin me finely, slowly, painfully.
Whining? Too bad. U see a gun anywhere?
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