tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48045831255859233762011-08-22T04:03:08.449-07:00adelaidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052211255832471006noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4804583125585923376.post-12033019974755753422011-08-22T04:03:00.000-07:002011-08-22T04:03:08.458-07:00to the spirits of the dead, or to their memory.<br />i think being here is killing me.<br />it's been too long since i felt pure joy.<br />it's been too long since i looked forward to the horizon.<br />it's been too long since i had myself, a journal, some cash and a voice.<br />i still don't know why i'm here, why i don't just say "fuck you for making me wait and waste", why i don't kill it and move on.<br />i don't want to lose it. i wouldn't mind losing me. why do i waste my fucking time?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4804583125585923376-1203301997475575342?l=ivegotbeef.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>adelaidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02052211255832471006noreply@blogger.com0