I've reached the point in my life where i can call myself addicted.
Oh well,maybe not addicted but i just can't stop for good. As long as there is money there is no reason to say no. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night,stare at the empty window,there is some light outside and silence.Deadly silence.Just drink some tea with jack daniels to sleep.Pills are shit,they are addictive too.And this weather.Weather changes moods.Just like in the song. I dream about how it's gonna end approaching me quickly.Right,it's easy to be paranoic.Or maybe tell yourself that you are one. Rain rain rain,cold,cold and sunshine for a while. I'm about to leave my work.It drives me nuts too.I suck at being computer geek.It's not interesting.Maybe i should retreat away from the capitol and grow some potatoes.I'd be bored anyway.I hate to complain.Hate to feel.I'm just fucking 21.Old and bored,self assured,pathetic faggot.Right.The only thing i find amazing is to read old letters from 2001-2002 and cycle around when there is no rain.