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The craps that are my life Today I breathe a sigh of relief. The craps that have been pressing down on me are now done, at least for tonight. Fuck the craps that press down on us. Why am I doing this? Why do I keep going to school, and why am I always so stressed out, busy, tired, rushing, late, behind? I am always behind. I am always tired. I am always busy. I always procrastinate. I ask myself, when am I going to start living? I know that this is not living. I'm too tired to live. I was so inspired by my Beethoven class that I even wanted to start writing again. I even started a book. I got one sentence written, something like, "I left, never intending to return." But that's as far as I got, and I got bogged down again. The craps that are my life crapped on me, and I've been crapped on ever since. It's sad when even your cat is fat.
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