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This Is War.

I am sitting around angry watching everything in my life fall apart and just waiting for the next step... I am aggressive, I am take charge, I encounter my problems Head on.. waiting around for things i cannot affect or change on a daily basis sucks... waiting on answers and Having to wait eats a hole right inside of me... This is a battlefield, this is a war.. I need someone to fight.. too much time has been spent plotting against me and dealing with the an aftermath that has not yet come... I need to fight this battle head on and I can no longer satisfy myself by waiting of the vapor trails of future victory...I can't keep looking at the ghosts of my former life...It's time for some major changes in my life and while it would be easy to look backwards into Windsor and other places I've lived right now It's about being me.. it's about being the person I need to be right now and dealing with all this weight that has been placed on my shoulder's I'm not going anywhere... even with the weight of the world on my back.. I just need to stand tall and fight.. and stop fucking waiting... as soon as that variable changes with these fucking people... it's time for war.

Current Mood: Angry.
War. The dark time of valour, loss and hope where a man is controlled by his gun; where a gun is controlled by his hatred. Completely uncontrollable.

I'm a soldier. I'm made for war. Your kind simply... are not.

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