Month: October 2015

I find my self here trying to write out my mind, but often I stop after a few lines deciding its worthless. what i want to write is always on my mind and writing it down won’t let me feel better. it might make me feel worse. for some time now i have been living…

I don’t like my work. I don’t like waking up early, wearing suits, or be another buffalo in the herd. My salary won’t get me anything I want. It won’t get me a car. A decent car that is. It won’t get me an apartment nor will it get me a shack on an isolated…