January 2011
3 posts
I keep waiting.
It feels like I keep waiting for the next day to arrive, almost in excitement, although I know its going to be the same as the last. There’s a hole forming in my jeans, I’m excited for that to come.
Dear World Vision,
I hate you, stop making me feel bad with your 10 year old commercials of people who are less fortunate than myself.
I sit in the dark playing Conor Oberst.
My life has come down to almost where it should be, I work for my money and when I get it can’t spend it. I sit and wait for a reason to get drunk, when will it get to not needing a reason at all? My time is taken up by people I don’t care about, asking me about things they don’t care about, it’s almost wasteful. I sometimes wonder if I made the wrong choice, I think about...