Married to my cigarettes.
I know most of you mean well.
Worried about my health.
I promise to cut down soon.
In the end i always stop.
I have self control.
Dont worry.
I still love you.
But life goes on.
Tired of people leaving.
I gave everything i've got.
Guess i got boring.
Like all previous r/s
Just hope i can get the results to go to the courses in poly.
Sick and tired of what life has to offer.
Everyone has it better than me.
I fell down the other day.
Hit my neck on the toilet bowl.
Had a bruise thats all.
But imagine if its my head.
I'll die slowly in my own home.
Sigh life.'
Labels: Last year's summer romance was this year's winter blues.
