Old friendships fall apart or simply fade away. But new ones come in their place. Better, stronger friendships. I have successfully surrounded myself with like minded people. Life, for the most part, is great.
I used to be sentimental and sweet guy. Now It seems to me that I’m all rotten up inside. One might argue that by acknowledging it, it say’s that I actually am not. I don’t even care about my future anymore. At least not to a degree that I used to. All I do now is go day by day numbing my brain and waiting… for something. Or am I really? Maybe I’m just willingly driving down the road, seeing an approaching curve and not caring whether I roll down hill or not. I don’t even care about affections anymore - couldn’t care less. But damn, I hate sitting in this room. It is suffocating me. I just sit here and drink beer, smoke my hookah and do nothing - just like now.
I am becoming distant with my friends and with my family - which is always a bad sign. But I am so deep in my pit of lies that I’m afraid there’s no crawling back out.
Bottom line - I think my lack of character has taken the best of me. I am done.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
How do cities understand?
We drink our wine, and wonder why we’re really here.
Whats the point of even asking?
We take the good and bad
And make the best of it.