It seems like a large part of my existence is centered around finding a place to stay. That and the fact that I have no direction. Big surprise there. 3days here, 3days there. When will I run out of these cycles? The shackles around my ankles are very real, and they limit what I can do, where I can live, even who I can meet. I keep waiting for something to happen, anything to cause a real change, but no such luck. Why should I put my faith in anything anymore? Its a futile engagement either way. There is always some explanation to justify your failure. Heard them all, know them all.
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