sorry, the yellow brick road is under construction

one day i wont be the only one who feels this way. not sure why she keeps me around it doesnt seem like im wanted here anyway.

bad timing dick, bad timing. i miss you and im sorry me and Robb keep taking the poison that took you from us. as soon as i got to know you god decided to take you. theres a lesson to be learned. but ill open this bottle ive been saving for you. i love you. and god knows my life isnt the same.

what are dreams? mine: worthless. ill never be able to support a family or anything of the sort life. i do, however, seem to pretty good at drinking my life away. i just wish what i loved was worth the work i put into it. i love written word. elequent text and aesthetically pleasing well constructed sentances. the ability to convey emotions deeper than speech or thought. to transcend the spiritual and space and time.

ill marry my pride to your feet

i seem to be a rather sorry excuse for a person

im need to see my grandma. right now. probably the only person who can calm me down right now

is there anything that can change the way my mind processes things?