Because it's complete anarchy in there at the moment. A little bit of
irresponsibility in the morning can go a long way. No I can't do this
anymore. I give up. Well and truly. I checked out a long time
ago, the rest of me should be following suit right about now. I need a
vacation. I feel like a slow heart attack is coming on. I am not
here. This is not real. None of it is. It would explain why
I'm jonesing like this. This is withdrawal from reality. That's the
thing, there's so many obstacles that I'm up against, all trying to defeat
me. The only way I can win is if I bend the rules and get a bit
reckless. I'm warped, I'm being crushed under the weight of my own
expectations compared to my own wasted potential.
Just throw me in the trash, cause I'm worthless and useless. I cannot
believe it is only mid week. Get me out of here. None of these
memories are real. There's no truth behind them. Perhaps I know
what I'm doing, but more than likely I do not. Time for some
answers.
Anyway, I'm done.
Joaquin out.
