| sometimes I catch myself thinking that if I just had enough money I could finally just put it out of my mind forever.
but that's a fallacy. There would just be more of it to worry about. Better to have none at all than never enough.
That said, I start a second job on friday. I have to be a role model. Scary.
I got drunk and lost my keys and wallet and acted like a coward and a fool and I'm not sure how to make up for it. I'm tired of not being able to trust myself to act right. I'm tired of all talk and no action. I'm tired of mistakes without change.
part of all the fuck ups is
the will to make a change
part of this whole routine is
your shoulders gentle play
that coaxes me through the current of every day
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| Last night I helped write a song called "She Backflipped Herself to Death"
Then I stabbed a katana through a wall.
...I'd say things are going well.
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| well i guess add a truck to that list
forever ranging... no more.
sorry lady. sorry ken mar.
i've had better nights.
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