Mood:
smellyNow Playing: Future Sound of London
Topic: Future
WHAT FUTURE? Seriously -- what future at all? I've lost my Best Years to illness and addiction. I can't go on like this. But I do. I do go on precisely the same, day in, year out. What changes but the date? Other people build and travel. I'm tied here. To this one place. Because my dealers are here. Oh I feel sick to the stomach and I hate myself.
If actions speak louder than words, mine bear witness to years of selfloathing.
Posted by gledwood
at 11:03 AM GMT
