Self Destruction.

you know that i really do have self destructive tendencies and the fact that they have always given me goals and a sense that my life on this earth will end sooner than later and everything i wanted needed to be done because one day soon i was gonna be gone... of course it hasnt turned out that way, im just holding on in a steady pattern trying to become someone im not, lowered expectations i guess, when i cant see any point to the robotic lifestyle of work, then sleep, then work then death, i mean whats the fucking point, my greatest accomplishments in this life mean nothing because one ( the biggest accomplishment.) i hardly get to see do your machinations, two the second biggest accomplishments were my education yet i can make the same amount of fucking money pumping gas and saying would you like some fucking fries with that... i guess when you get to a point where nothing matters, nothing ends up actaully mattering, at middle age im looking forward to the end... because at least that will be interesting.

Current Mood: Bored.
Current Music: Avril, My Happy Ending.
Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

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Cowabunga.

Back to the job search i go... not really anything to do right now but play turtles smash up and watch tv so i decided to wander downtown and look for a job. I am feeling really good at the moment and trying to ride this positive feeling as long as it lasts and not let anything get me down. Current Mood: Positive. Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.

Franco Un-American.

I hate everyone. I just pretend I don’t because I’m chasing this false inner peace, thats being constantly eroded by outsiders. I am happy, I was at peace. But I do see my country and more importantly my city for what it’s for and I’m getting angry again. Maybe I do need to be angry. Maybe I do need to rebel. Maybe I do need to speak out despite the fact that it can be used against me and hurt those I love. Nothing fucking new to me. This apathy has gotten me nowhere, this trying to be at peace was working but maybe I need to be angry, maybe I need to rail agianst the things that once were right have now went wrong. This isn’t a world I want my child growing up in, and he’s grown. But this isn’t the world I promised him. This is something else. This city wants to pick a fight with me? Cool, I know what busybody bitch it is. Don’t think I will tolerate any threats to those that I care for or myself. You want to fucking start a war? Maybe it’s time for me to be angry again.

Someone Like You.

I know there are aspects of me, my personality and my life that you still like. It’s why you had my child and no one else’s. But I don’t colour within the lines enough for you to settle down with. That’s been acknowledged for two fucking decades. He’s an adult. I don’t need to answer to anyone anymore in my life. I wasted years fighting you when I should have been fixing you. But those moments are over. All of our moments are over. I don’t even need to be angry. I just need to be. You and I are toxic. I’m better off without you in my life. It’s a little less toxic when I’m the only one on the boat. Only the captain goes down with the ship. I’ve always known i would die alone anyhow. No family, no friend’s, no real accomplishments to my life. I wrote that line almost 30 years ago. Self fulfilling prophecy. At least that way when I implode no one gets hurts. I was a fool to think otherwise. I’ve left too much damage in my path. I just want to be happy and at peace whatev...

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