Sitting here... staring at this damn screen. Wanting so bad to say something. Anything. But nothing seems to come out.
How did my life end up here? Have you ever looked back and wondered how you got there? I have been living my life on autopilot for a while now. I didn't want to think about myself. Look at me using the past tense. I DON'T want to think about myself.
Somehow I feel black is a very appropriate color for me to wear. I am mourning my past life and not sure what is in store for me right now.
I am but an empty shell in this big ocean called life.
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Jeezus Daniel....I don't know if I should come over and hide all the steak knives or insist you come out to the counrty and get some fresh air in your lungs....you're creeping me out, man.
P.S. welcome back to blogville....been missing you.
Steak knives... that's the punk way to do it. I would use a spoon. Now that takes a level of commitment to off yourself with a spoon.
I'm all talk though. I'm probably just seeking some sort of attention on a subconcious level. Hell, or maybe it's just the emo in me.
Thanks for the warm welcome. I'm sure I'll add my little ramble of insanity from time to time in this place.
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