to remind me.
and I will never be...
I'm wasted (again).
And I guess that explains the title of this post and my drunk singing which you my unfortunate reader can not (fortunately) hear.
I wish I could say I'm just on a mission to destroy what's left of me, but I'm really not. I'm just a functional semi-person who
drinks way too much and has to get up to go to work and try to not make a fool of himself and even make an effort because despite everything I still care.
and I try, I do. But I go on and live.
Sometimes I just regret the fact that I do not seem to fit the role of this bad motherfucker who drawns himself into the void.
I really don't know why I care that much...
"I'm just a little person
one person in a sea
of many little people
who are not aware of me..."
I'm just too fucking proud to hate myself.
(I hate it)