I still can't feel a fucking thing and I am supposed to be looking forward to a tommorow that will never come, at least i have been fucking smart enough to prepare for the enviatable and prepare paperwork and alternatives, a smart man is always prepared for armageddon in his personal life, sometime's hard choices and Hard desicions have to come naturally, it's not like I ever chose the easy way out anyways, It has to be a struggle or i am not fufflied, it has to be the way of sorrow and pain, One chooses to be alone so that he does not affect anyone else, it's a good thing that as accostumed to the revolving door of people in my life that the children I look after, or at least did, have the same mentality... you fucking wonder what in the world would cause a child to have attachment disorder, looking in the mirror at management might help. i never claimed to be anything more than a man but it's getting me that it's real fucking fucking obvious that instead of being on this side of the coin i need to be on the advocacy side of the equation, you cannot create change from the inside... you will only be broken down and have the meat stripped from your bones before they throw you away, and leave you with nothing.
Current Mood: Angry.
Current Music:Amon Amarth - Guardians Of Asgaard
There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept.
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