I Think I'm Just A little bit. . .

Undoubtedly, I’m sure you know I have a lot to say.

About this and that, that and this
The list goes on and on…


I’ve been quite tired though- strung out
Crack does bad things to you
And by crack, I mean addiction and by addiction, I mean life.
Addicted or not- high or low- life is a bitch to be reckoned with.
I’m not feeling like much of anything
Call this a “depressed” blog if you will

But I’m also not feeling like nothing (see what I did there)

I’m tired, did I mention that?

Feeling a bit inadequate as it seems, and I don’t know why.

My inability to forget shit that has happened

And my blatant disregard for my own feelings when I do get them isn’t healthy.

But I won’t let go.

Of life, I just won’t.

And please, don’t read between the lines, you people were never good at that.

Yet, I was never good at writing between them,

hiding within them,

sentences of course,

Lines of words, thoughts, dreams, things..silly things.. these things.

Momentarily, I’m unaware of what’s going on.

“Hands down, I’m too proud for love.”