Remember that day?

when you poured yourself some whiskey, then you we're reaching for the water to mix it up, but decided to fuck it, and drink it neat? happening right now! that doesn't happen to happy people.

nothing, 'out of my soul', comes into this blog, that's why i'm so grateful. I'm honest here.

I've tried posting poser shit, but it never comes out. no. my fingers freeze when I'm typing.

'Sugarman, you're the answer which makes my questions disappear.
Sugarman I am weary about the double games I hear'

This post is so random, that it might get to you. Also, eat well, sweetheart. I love you.

I've once had a fever from a bitter sweet refrain. I've had a lovely time in this world. I've tried dying, but that doesn't work. Life, is a persistent asshole, who keeps yelling out to you to live, even, when you know you shouldn't make it. Not 'can't', but shouldn't. I tried locking myself in a room and dying, didn't work. Nobody got worried, that's what worried me the most. hahaha. funny life this is. It wasn't my intention to get them worried as well.

I've woken after midnight, and found my swans had turned to geese.

I am pouring myself another drink. Relax, it's great whiskey. The best there is. But, it's not good enough.

Borrowed happiness has a sharp rate of interest.

That's what I've been doing. borrowing happiness, to forget you, to be happy, then borrowing some more. Someday that'll subside. Someday we'll outgrow everything. But outgrowing stuff shouldn't be the motto of life. It's necessary, I understand, but It shouldn't rule one's life.

I'm such a hippocrite. :P

You know, they should have a flower by the hospitals. Yeah. I know I'm crazy and random. Also I dont understand why I post on this blog.

I will buy a ticket and go down to New York. Yeah, I made a busker friend, and I'll play with him.