This depression has to end. I can't rely on anyone else to help me with it...so i will look to myself, the only person i can trust. I'm tired of beating myself up over failed relationships when i was backed into a corner. You all will see what i really am now. Call me a womanizer. Call me a junkie. Call me what you want. I will be Me. My spirit will remain strong. My ideals will remain intact. My views on life will remain the same. As of now i will reroute my pain...into my drive. This is for me and me alone. I might be selfish but fuck you...its about time i worried about myself. Fuck the Thousand Suns.
Today's song of the day is Pearl Jam - Immortality
vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her
cannot find the comfort in this world
artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers
vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on...
but there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...
as privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show
swept out through the cracks beneath the door
holier than thou, how?
surrendered...executed anyhow
scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...
a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on too...
he saw the trapdoor in the sun...
immortality...
i cannot stop the thought...i'm running in the dark...
coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...
oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm...
and whiskers in the sink...
truants move on...cannot stay long
some die just to live...
ohh...
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