This is part of a song I wrote while I was trying to get over my ex. Never really finished it, and it ended up being much more brutal then I ever intended. But it helped, a lot.
All these lies,
Have made me see
the person you've become.
I would have given you everything,
just to be with me,
All the things we could have done.
Goddamn this love that felt so real that I forgot who I was.
Goddamn the bitch that gave me a kiss and killed who she was.
Now she's as good as dead, in my head, and now I know who I am.
I'm alive and well, so hear me yell.... bitch, burn in hell
But now you're dead,
And now I'm free,
From the love that was tearing me apart.
You gave me ecstasy, and a dagger in the heart.
I could have sworn that I was dead,
as I watched your soul depart.
I keep telling myself, "I have to do it." "I have to make it." But, what is "it?" All the little things I tell myself I must do to get ahead, seem to point me in no particular direction, and get me no closer to any major goals. Motivation really isn't the problem, I just have nothing to direct my motivation towards that has any real meaning to me. This is often percieved by others as laziness. A lot of these little things have little meaning to me in the long run, and I have grown to live for the moment. I live for the moment, to make myself happy for the present, because I don't know what else to live for. I don't know what to do with my life in the future, and until I know that, I cannot progress towards it.
If I am happy now, why isn't that good enough? I feel that everything will fall into place in time, and I will discover the path that will continue to make me happy. Or maybe I'm already on that path, and just cannot see the twists, turns, and changes that I will meet further down the road.Maybe I just have to keep going and change myself as the road before me changes. Maybe I just have to keep trying to stay on this path that I cannot see, except for the parts I have already traveled. The farther I go, the more the path behind me becomes clear, yet the path before me remains shrouded in darkness.
This is really going to make me look like a pothead. I used to be. I still smoke, but on rare occasions.
Seriously this time. I really need to just quit.
I've been smoking for 6 years or so now. It's taken it's toll on my health, I get winded way too easily anymore, and it's just not good for me.
I don't regret starting. But all good things must come to an end eventually. This one sooner then others. I'm not buying another pack.
Up untill not even a year ago, they really didn't have a hold on me. From time to time, I'd put them down for a week or two just to see if I could. And it was never a problem.
I've made the decision to quit at least 3 or 4 other times so far this year. And never did completely.
Still, I don't get physical cravings. But the psychological addiction got real strong real quick.
I ran out of smokes the night before last, and was going to just not buy anymore. Then I had a really hectic day at work yesterday. And I found myself shaking. And thinking "I need a fucking cigarette." So I broke down and bought a pack. That's disgusting. I don't let things have that much of a hold on me. It has to stop. I've got 3 left in this pack. I'll have at least one, probably two more tonight before I go to bed. Probably one in the morning before work. And that's it.
Well, I definatley didn't drink enough last night.
100mg of diphenhydramine hcl on top of 3/4 of a 1 liter bottle of Jager and 4 cans of Red Bull.
Damn.
I can't even move right.
Let alone think right.
I think I'm about to pass out.
Do I possibly like Jager a bit too much?
I'm knocking back doubleshots of Jager, and chasing them with Jagerbombs made with about 6 shots of Jager per can of Red Bull.
Made it through 3/4 of a liter bottle so far tonight.
Last time I drank a 750ml bottle in one night resulted in the only time I've ever gotten sick or passed out from drinking.
Tonight I've spread it out over a bit longer period of time, but I'm still going to count it as breaking my record if I can finish a 1000ml bottle in one night.
There was an entry here. But I decided it really didn't need to get read by anyone. It didn't matter, and it won't change anything, and it was far more of a glimpse into myself then I should let people have.
So. Instead, I'll just say I'm happy, great, and all is well with the world.
So I'm going to go finish off the other half of my liter of Jager with this flying pig while we have a snowball fight in Satan's backyard.
West Virginia State Residency Application
Name: ________________
(last)
(first) (_) Billy-Bob
(_) Billy-Joe
(_) Billy-Ray
(_) Billy-Sue
(_) Billy-Mae
(_) Billy-Jack
(Check appropriate box)
Age: ____
Sex: ____ M _____ F _____ N/A
Shoe Size: ____ Left ____ Right
CB Handle: _____________________
Occupation:
(_)Farmer
(_)Mechanic
(_)Hair Dresser
(_)Un-employed
(_)Coal Miner
Spouse's Name: __________________________
Relationship with spouse:
(_) Sister
(_) Brother
(_) Aunt
(_) Uncle
(_) Cousin
(_) Mother
(_) Father
(_) Son
(_) Daughter
(_) Pet
Number of children living in household: ___
Number that are yours: ___
Mother's Name: _______________________
Father's Name: _______________________
(If not sure, leave blank)
Education: 1 2 3 4 (Circle highest grade completed)
Do you (_)own or (_)rent your mobile home?
(Check appropriate box)
___ Total number of vehicles you own
___ Number of vehicles that still crank
___ Number of vehicles in front yard
___ Number of vehicles in back yard
___ Number of vehicles on cement blocks
___ Number of refrigerators on front porch
Firearms you own and where you keep them:
____ truck
____ bedroom
____ bathroom
____ kitchen
____ shed
Model and year of your pickup: _____________ 194__
Number of empty beer cans on floorboard or in bed of
pickup: _________
Newspapers/magazines you subscribe to:
(_)The National Enquirer
(_)The Globe
(_)TV Guide
(_)Soap Opera Digest
(_)Gun World
___ Number of times you've seen a UFO
___ Number of times you've seen Elvis
___ Number of times you've seen Elvis in a UFO
How often do you bathe:
(_)Weekly
(_)Monthly
(_)Holidays
(_)Not Applicable
Color of teeth:
(_)Yellow
(_)Brownish-Yellow
(_)Brown
(_)Black
(_)No teeth
(_)N/A
Brand of chewing tobacco you prefer:
(_)Red-Man
How far is your home from a paved road?
(_)1 mile
(_)2 miles
(_)don't know
(_)can't get there from here
BUMPER STICKERS:
___ Eat more Possum
___ My other car is a piece of junk too
___ Honk if you love Jesus
___ If you ain't a cowboy, you ain't nothin'
___ Red-man Chewing Tobacco
Favorite Recreation: Check all that apply:
___ Square Dancin'
___ Possum Huntin'
___ Skinny Dippin'
___ Craw Daddin'
___ Gospel Singin'
___ 4-Wheelin'
___ Drankin'
___ Spittin' Backy ___ Bill Chip Trowin'
___ Honky Tonkin'
___ Noodlin'
# of Dogs: ___ Type: ___ Blue Tick ___ Beagle
___ Black & Tan ___ Bird Dawg
Cap Emblem: ___ John Deere ___ McCulloch Chain Saws
___ Budweiser ___ Vo-Tech
___ Skoal ___ Coors
___ NAPA ___ Smile if you're Not Wearing Underwear
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
It's the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for days
In cars
Here in my car
The image breaks down
Will you visit me please
If I open my door
In cars
"Cars" - Fear Factory
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