And people say that I write well, and that’s a good compliment, and I am glad to hear it. And words are all I have you know, but I am a rather reckless individual, and I just toss them on the floor like dirty laundry, and drink another rum and coke. And everyone is always worried, and something about me taking better care of myself, but I am still alive, and although I believe I deserve a pat on the back for that, other people don’t seem to think so and aren’t so impressed with that in itself. ‘Cause I’ve thought of killing myself before, and I’ve had to plead my way out from my therapist calling the cops and putting me in a mental institution but at the end of the day I am glad I didn’t commit suicide. Killing yourself just adds gravity for all situations everyone around you, and I would hate for other people to think that I am trying to propagate anything that has to do with this planet.
- ireadintothings