diving into this bottle again, i cant get out i cant get in. makes me sick to think that every night i get high and put everything aside. when i stop to think of who i really am, all i see in the mirror is procrastination. when i stop to think of who i really am, all i really think is that i dont give a damn.
i skateboard past where i used to live, it looks the same; i know its changed. it probably sucks that we've up and left, but what do i know anyway.