The difference between love, and true love, is the word. Love is thrown around like it has no definition. True love, never has to be spoken, it’s an action.
My mind rides red lines. As we all watch this rapid decline. It might be your fault, its certainly not mine. And if it was, i’d own that shit, I’m sick of wasting time. Aggression doesn’t effect me, your bark is nothing more than lies. It’s the passive’s progression, that’s the one ruining lives. If you feel bad about your next step, i prescribe the word rewind. Take your own fucking inventory, you’ll surely forget mine.
The real world throws you many twists and turns as you get older. Our decisions become much stronger, with the ability to carry endless amounts of weight. I am in no way promoting the way I chose to cope. I would like to squash any thoughts you may be having about my parents , everyone is always quick to blame the family. My mother and father are my Idols, and did everything in there power to help me escape such a destructive path. My childhood was amazing , my father is the most respectable, hard working man I’ve ever known, and would bleed for my mother and I without question.
“Every where there is light there is darkness , pay attention because it’s that cute pale faced boy with the blank stare, sick with a canible smirk, that will eat you alive so he can get high.”
“They were right about you” she said ,while smashing the glass vase that was on the table !!! ” You are cold !!! You are empty.”My head cocked to the side like a curious animal, the look in my eyes only confirming her observation, enraging her even more. The more she points out my affliction, the stronger it gets as it coarse’s threw my system. “I don’t give a fuck what “they” or she thinks”. Affirmed by my mannerisms. And she continues , this drama act’ that could easily win an Oscar at this point. Another needy whore