sometimes i wake up, look around, stop for a second - and suddenly realize that i'm 22, semi-employed at best, not nearly as talented or accomplished as a lot of my friends...or worst of all: that i might never get any of the things i've spent years working towards, done. or worse, that i'll fuck them up. cause i've wasted a lot of time, and regret a lot of my past...and worry about doing the same 10, 20, 30 (!?) years from now. (which is a total fucking waste of time, btw)
i dunno...i guess i just always assumed i'd be smarter, happier, and definitely way more successful by now. or at least better at the things i do...or doing more things, period.
i guess thats just one of those things i forgot to do. i'm always forgetting shit, it's kinda retarded.
but from now on it's #1 on the to-do list. the one i haven't started. yet.
...ah fuck it, i'll do it tomorrow.
i dunno...i guess i just always assumed i'd be smarter, happier, and definitely way more successful by now. or at least better at the things i do...or doing more things, period.
i guess thats just one of those things i forgot to do. i'm always forgetting shit, it's kinda retarded.
but from now on it's #1 on the to-do list. the one i haven't started. yet.
...ah fuck it, i'll do it tomorrow.
like this
i can make anything
look
like
really, really shitty poetry.
...like seriously the shittiest poetry ever.
i thought writing this would be really emotional, but
i hit the 'enter' key by accident and
(now this is happening)
its so rad,
when the glass really does end up half full
when the glass really does end up half full
and suddenly you're all like:
"...hey people that write poems
"...hey people that write poems
are the shittiest people on earth...
so, yo, like, seriously :
fuck poems
'n shit,
cause they totally, like,
(suck balls)
or whatever..."
'n shit,
cause they totally, like,
(suck balls)
or whatever..."
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