Tuesday, November 11, 2008
When The World Comes Crashing Down, Bit By Bloody Bit

You just can't help but feel like taking extreme measures to put yourself out of misery, can you? I mean, what's a guy to do? Sure, there are some positives that help balance out (sort of) the negatives, but the negatives are the ones that leave the lasting, lingering, all-powerful painful feeling.
I don't regret. I just, "Wish I had." Wish I had done this, wish I had chosen that. Wish I had been born this. Wish I had been whatever the fuck it is that would've made things much better. Wish I was dead, mmm that's a nice one. I'm sure I'd find a use for it one day. Maybe not now.
Maybe.
I don't regret. I just, "Wish I had." Wish I had done this, wish I had chosen that. Wish I had been born this. Wish I had been whatever the fuck it is that would've made things much better. Wish I was dead, mmm that's a nice one. I'm sure I'd find a use for it one day. Maybe not now.
Maybe.