AngstRidden's Journal

we sing the songs of the broken hearted,

don't ask me why i felt compelled to write that it just seemed appropriate, i was thinking recently when someone ask me to tell a story from my life and every one i could think of revolved around alcohol or marijuana, maybe that was all my life was, it is so hard to learn to enjoy myself otherwisenot that i plan on starting again, it's just it takes me to my angry place, and i cant even feel the anger, and it's coming towards summer, and i have a sever heat intollerance.

i FEEL indifferent

 i am the alpha, the omega, or in my case the usless and the hopeless.