August Thirty-first--Poetic ranting.

I realize what a terrible downwards slide my life has made, and I realize how much I don't care. My entire thought process has changed and I can feel myself drifting away from my old beliefs, and I like it. For some reason, I'd rather live hard and die young. I can't stand the thought of slowly wilting away, drowning in a sea of monotony, like a beautiful flower in the middle of an empty field,...
September 1st, 2008 at 06:07am