I sleep like a rock. I only eat what I feel like, when I feel like. I have uncountable strands of white hair. -A pimple farm on my forehead. I see red veins in my eyes. And my skin is dry -too dry. I do only the things I want to, the only thing that I don't but still do is work. Because I need to it seems. Corporate world, yes, this is the game I was born into, the world I know. No one to blame, just the fact that we are human - who decides to eat who. Or who can do it. Lately I've been hating much, cause my life meter is almost halfway. Just a little more then it's almost over. I like to please, and be agreed upon. I am human. life is beautiful when you're a spectator of someone else's. It's nice to have comfort in knowing we all share the same pain. Anyways it just comes to us in different ways, it's the same thing in the end. But it hurts because all I have is now, this moment. Its inevitable.
- Mood:
On Strike