• _h_a_k_k_i_m_ 16w

    It's been a while since I've sat down with a whiskey and a glass , cigarette in my mouth holding a pen and a peice of paper trying to write about the things that makes me want to bang my head on a wall or jump off the top of a 4 storey. It's not because that I haven't had any depressing incidents that pushed me through the gates of lonelyville but rather because they might just be too depressing for my likings. Now more than ever I don't know where I'm going with my miserable little life. I don't know what lies ahead of me in a couple of minutes. I'm just going on with the flow , with the rapids and steep falls and towering boulders of this heck of a ride. whether I reach the ocean or if my boat will flip on the way, it's not up to me anymore. I could drown any moment and swimming to shore is just off the menu in this situation. They say whatever happens life must go on, but I don't see there is any point in going on with a life as fucked up as this . But still I try to sit down in the top of my house looking at moon and singing "strangers in the night" and forget all that happened trying not to give a fuck. But it ain't easy as it sounds cause when your heart aches your songs take a new tone. It's not long before I realise that it all comes down to her in the end. Even though I don't know who "her" means anymore. There's been many yet there's been only a few.....
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