I don't even know.
I NEED someone to talk to, but I don't feel as if anyone has will to listen anymore. Seeing that it's always the same old, same old.
I'm contemplating going back to writing straight fiction. And stopping the words that make me look like a walking contradiction.
Three newly written. Other page. Just my emotions. Confused inhibitions. They may be erased. So God-speed with the quotes, 'cuz.
Let me one myself to find time to smoke off two, and try to fall asleep for the third time. I figured I'd just let the world step into my mind.
I don't even fucking know.
3 comments:
I'm here when you need to talk.
Always, Noah.
You know I'm always up for a good ol heart to heart convo. You know where to find me. Don't lost faith just yet, all is not lost.
tough love:
Fuck this blog my dude. Take your feelings and emotions to the source. No one, and I mean no one... has this will. It's sad. An complete waste of humane exsistence, I know. They kiss your ass and say they do but in actual "reality" they're feeding off your words meng. Drama is their food. They leech off that shit.
I know how the shit feels when it comes to the mental thinking cap at night. And finally! Your brain cells start kicking in and you finally wake the hell up. We all need to wake up and smell the reality outside our doors, away from computer land. Away from these users. These so called "listeners". I'm not saying everyone is BS, but a majority of the few are.
Keep the real close meng. But still keep your eyes on those who kiss ass for their own demise.
Okay, I was rambling.
-stops
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