Non-Photo Blue

Directions My Life Could Take (in no special order):

* Drop out of college, continue working at Border's forever.

* Drop out of college, move to Hawaii and let Matt be suga daddy

* Join the Navy to get rid of debt and lose weight.

* Stay at ISU, all the while being miserable, debt accumulating, etc.

* Transfer to a different college and be miserable there.

So far...everything sucks except for the Navy. It is the only promising aspect here, but it is the least one I really want to do. I dislike military. I dislike my life going where I did not want it to. But honestly, I'm tired of being in debt. I'm tired of ISU. I hate living off campus and having to walk or call a cab everywhere. I hate living with Krupa who is messier than fuck and doesn't clean up anything. I hate living with Christopher and him looking at me with those sad eyes. I hate my fucking bed that hurts my back and messes it up all to hell. I hate that Andrew is leaving. I hate everything. My life is a sinking shit hole and nothing in it makes me happy anymore. I'm not happy about going to Italy when I'm broke. I'm not happy about the fucking ambulance bill being over $1,000. Augh!!

Somebody save me. God did once, and where did he go, hmm?


"Non Photo-Blue"

She's posting all the time but the boards are down
It's a burned out building
He's spending all his time on his back
Staring at the ceiling

They spend themselves that way
I'm with that, I'm with them
You arent. You are alive, damn it

Gnawing on the prey
I think about you some
Where to put you
All backed up data for a raining time
Insulate a fragile mind
Capsulize a broken find

Don't do this man
There's another one off behind
Breaking down the door without warning

She just ignores the time that the boards came down
It's a numbed out feeling
He just accepts that pain with a hate mantra
A spiritual killing

They just relax that way
I'm with that, I'm with them
You arent. You are alive, damn it

Crayon past the line, stay after school
Crossword filled in non-photo blue
So they'll never find you

I get the same result
We get the same effect
I get the same result
We get the same effect

Cant go through this now
I'm leaving a message
Stapled on your head

Don't do this man
There's another one off behind
Breaking down the door without warning

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