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Really reached the pinnacle of not caring and I'm wathcing myself decline, and it doesn't even bother me I don't think. I feel sad, like when you hear about a hooker getting a fork in the eye or something, but I dont truly care.
I cant type any more, I've had to re-corect the last sentences about 11 times because I'm such a spaz I cant even do somehting simple anymore.
Been getting D's in my work I've handed in lately, not due to not trying, I've tried a decent amount, just my best isn't as good as my best used to be.
I've been drinking a lot lately, thankfully not lonesome drinking, because that would be marginally worse, but I've been spending all my cash on money and gambling.
I hate to see what I've become, but at the same time I care so little than I carry on, without any desire the acheive anything much anymore.
It's not the being crap that bugs me, it's that I know I should want to be better than this, but I really dont. I just feel empty. It's liberating in a way.
I actually don't even know why I'm typing this, if I don't care why the hell will anyone else?
Um, thats it. Finito.
I cant type any more, I've had to re-corect the last sentences about 11 times because I'm such a spaz I cant even do somehting simple anymore.
Been getting D's in my work I've handed in lately, not due to not trying, I've tried a decent amount, just my best isn't as good as my best used to be.
I've been drinking a lot lately, thankfully not lonesome drinking, because that would be marginally worse, but I've been spending all my cash on money and gambling.
I hate to see what I've become, but at the same time I care so little than I carry on, without any desire the acheive anything much anymore.
It's not the being crap that bugs me, it's that I know I should want to be better than this, but I really dont. I just feel empty. It's liberating in a way.
I actually don't even know why I'm typing this, if I don't care why the hell will anyone else?
Um, thats it. Finito.
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She wrote most of Dylan's songs.
For the Magic Round-a-bout. :(
For the Magic Round-a-bout. :(
Hedfix wrote:
> Some lyricist. ;)
your mums better.
> Some lyricist. ;)
your mums better.
Some lyricist. ;)
Who is this fool? I feel like hitting you.
Yep, I have spawned a small but nonetheless cool Clutch cult.
05
I was told a story while I warned them of the sky.
And I could see no good reason why the old man woulda lied.
Oh, he looked to be about as strong as a fish.
And I tell it as I wonder what's the poor man's only dying wish.
The winter of ought five,
Left with two score and five lives,
For the red eyed coal dogs howl,
Could be heard for miles around,
In the book of Genesis,
God grants man dominion,
Over animals, and the black dogs,
of P. Pont caught a glimpse.
Come springtime there was food,
But the widows all refused.
And the poor man's black dogs came
To escort those who remained.
Brothers, Sisters,
Go across the river,
Don't look back once there,
Trust in God and take care,
The winter of our fall,
Left with two score and five lives,
For the red eyed coal dogs howl,
Could be heard for miles around
05
I was told a story while I warned them of the sky.
And I could see no good reason why the old man woulda lied.
Oh, he looked to be about as strong as a fish.
And I tell it as I wonder what's the poor man's only dying wish.
The winter of ought five,
Left with two score and five lives,
For the red eyed coal dogs howl,
Could be heard for miles around,
In the book of Genesis,
God grants man dominion,
Over animals, and the black dogs,
of P. Pont caught a glimpse.
Come springtime there was food,
But the widows all refused.
And the poor man's black dogs came
To escort those who remained.
Brothers, Sisters,
Go across the river,
Don't look back once there,
Trust in God and take care,
The winter of our fall,
Left with two score and five lives,
For the red eyed coal dogs howl,
Could be heard for miles around
RoJ wrote:
Clutch lyrics
Grix is shocked because:
He noticed
Clutch lyrics
Grix is shocked because:
He noticed
Ignorance is bliss Paradox.
Who the hell are you again?
Who the hell are you again?
Paradox: wrote:
> It's not the being crap that bugs me, it's that I know I should want
> to be better than this, but I really dont. I just feel empty. It's
> liberating in a way.
That's the problem.
When you get thinking about what "should be" and isn't...
Then it depresses you and makes it harder to be what "should be"...
That's what I'm trying to break out of, but it's impossible!
Probably because I know that all this Buddhist meditation is something I "should be" doing... :-D
> It's not the being crap that bugs me, it's that I know I should want
> to be better than this, but I really dont. I just feel empty. It's
> liberating in a way.
That's the problem.
When you get thinking about what "should be" and isn't...
Then it depresses you and makes it harder to be what "should be"...
That's what I'm trying to break out of, but it's impossible!
Probably because I know that all this Buddhist meditation is something I "should be" doing... :-D
Chr1s wrote:
> THAT'S dedication. Maybe it's just my bone-idol nature, but if I had
> just come back from a holiday I probably wouldn't go in for the rest
> of the week.
If I had gone last year I would of taken the week off.
It's just I have my A2 level exams in a few weeks, these last few ones are pretty crucial stuff.
> THAT'S dedication. Maybe it's just my bone-idol nature, but if I had
> just come back from a holiday I probably wouldn't go in for the rest
> of the week.
If I had gone last year I would of taken the week off.
It's just I have my A2 level exams in a few weeks, these last few ones are pretty crucial stuff.
Teen angst perhaps, but I get anxious about being motivationless, about being a wastrel. It's normal thing to yoyo between feeling invincible and feeling a piece-o'-shiite.
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