monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary

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one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

This is how I view it. Time rolls along. You grow. You expect. You hope. You pine. You want. You need. You keep trying. You sacrifice. You compromise. You love. You hate. You're happy. You're sad. You're in pain. You're attached to pain. You're anesthetized to the pain. You reminicise. You laugh. You cry. You understand. You feel vindicated. You become numb. You realise you win some. You realise you lose some. You learn. That's where you've grown. Again. And the whole process kinda goes full circle again.

At some point in time, you take one giant step back and view things in retrospect. You look at the road which you have travelled/were forced by circumstances to travel thus far. And you look at the road that you've to continue travelling, the one that leads to who knows where, knows where. "C'est la vie", you say to yourself. C'est la vie. That's the way life is.

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Has your stomach felt like breaking down?
And you're always out of place?
In somewhere you just don't belong
And no one understands you?

So you start to run away
But the toilets never have no room
You start to bang on all the doors
Occupants hear you screaming...

No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels alright
You don't know what it's like to be like me...

To be hurt
To feel lost
To have vision growing dark,
To have shit
Flowing down
To feel like it's sloshed around
To have toilets always breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life.

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So much for my attempt at composing music.

9:07 a.m. - 2005-02-02

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