Escape

I really wish i could say "Whatever" to everything and it'll be all okay for me. Apparently, it doesn't work. 

Dang.

With my LesPaul resting on my thighs, i'm goring away to all the frustration away and still, it didn't cease in any way.

Dang.

I'm beginning to think that you find commitment a chore. So i guess i like chores. In a way, you're calling yourself a chore to me. 

Sometimes, the things you say or do, it's really what the fuck. 

Ha. Let's just see what happens next yea. Many things can happen in a day.

I need a massage. For my tired soul.

Is there such a thing? 

Bleh.

I still miss you. :)