"and now I'm low on smokes and sugar..."

In a way my method of social climbing is one of the most ancient. I went and fought as a soldier for a chance to improve my station. Except I was given college instead of looted gold.

It’ll never be me

So after last night it became clear that it was never really me, it was that I was unavailable. Positions have been changed accordingly.

I find myself wishing for a desert and a war. It’s all very tedious and predictable All of it

Seemingly single in time for the holidays

The tattoos, scars, and pains that are my body remind me of who I’ve been, and where I’ve been that person. The insight that comes with it was not bought cheaply. Free of pose and the need to prove to myself; I am neither pretty or ugly, young nor old.

And I love you….

Just thought you should know

I don’t need a pretty home, I need a functional one

I don’t need a hot girlfriend, I need one I love 

I don’t need dreams, I know what I want 

I guess I’ve grown up 

Oh, there just isn’t enough of me

Recent events have just about routed me

When I think of everything I’ve survived, how can this be hurting me?

I’m done writing, I suck at it, I’m done