Too Tired for a Title

Black's too common. It's everywhere, the goths use it in their makeup, the punk rockers wear it in their underwear and then everyone else thinks it's cool. I have a few black shirts myself. Why black? Why not green? Purple? Brown? Yellow? I don't really know why. I'm just some tired idiot who needs a cigarette trying to pass his time.

White's too common. It's everywhere, the models use it in their makeup, the punk rockers wear it in their underwear and then everyone else thinks it's cool. I have a few white shirts myself. Why white? Why not green? Purple? Brown? Yellow? I don't really know why. I'm just some tired idiot who needs a cigarette trying to pass his time.

I need to find better things to do with my time.

Like cliff jumping.

At least cliff jumping's fun, and you won't really have to feel suckish and hurt at the end.

Just Splat.

But I don't really see any cliff jumping in my future. Don't really think I'll do it. Like I said, I'm just some asshole talking Fuck. Who needs a cigarette. Bad.

Oh yeah, almost forgot-Gotta introduce myself.

I'm tired. All the time. Always have bags under my eyes.

And the HEADACHES.

EVERY DAY.

But i learned to live with it.

Have been for months. Since I stopped the alcohol consumption. But I'm not gonna start again.

Never

in my life am i going through the hell i went through.

A love affair with the Devil.

No, it took too much effort to let it all go away.

Now, I'm a pretty relaxed guy. Everyone says that. The world could end and I'll still be sitting down on my chair with the words Don't Give A Fuck printed on my forehead. But I do get jealous. My girlfriend has so many guy friends even I can't keep track of them. And almost all of them want to Fuck her. La, at least I'm the only one doing that. I keep quiet, everytime she stops to say hi or talk to a guy friend, but if I don't know him, some small ALMOST insignificant voice inside is telling me to be jealous.

But I'm a calm guy. No action unless necessary. Think First. Do later.

Much, much, later.

Sometimes in life you'll meet people who'll make you want to shout at them and choke them.

I don't believe in shouting. At most, I'll raise my voice, but nothing more.

If I shout at them, all they'll hear is the volume. And if i choke them? Then how're they gonna explain to me whatever they need to explain?

Enough for now. Nicotine calls to me.

Smoke

Maybe another time. Get my nicotine fix before I put up another post. Unfortunately I'm always too spontaneous.

Need to change.

Another Time.