Is a day where I realize I hear sounds in my head that sound like music, that some days, some days are simply milk and cookies, that they're boring, that they're placid. Some days, I hate school, I hate my job, I hate my life, I have your life, I hate everything. Some days I want to drink myself into a coma, other days I want to get three jobs, a wife, a new car and father a child.
Some days I need to get laid, some days I want a hug, some times I feel alone, other times I feel right at home. My friends agree, that just because I hate me, doesn't mean that I need to be all messed up in this mess. That I am deserving of a better life, and I do need to put down the knife, because lord knows this isn't healthy, and with that I'll just walk into light, maybe there isn't so much blight.
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