fuck my life man. that's pretty much all i've got. fuck. my. life. my birthday is in a week. I'm pretty much eating a 10 strip to my face...it's about the only thing i have to look forward to. how pathetic is that? all my friends pretty much scattered within about a months time.have basically nothing these days. hopefully i come out of it happy...and not a grapefruit...but either way, it's whatever man. i just don't waht to feel this anymore. i'm pretty much on the verge of peacing outta this place. i just can't even be bothered to care anymore. I'm tired of always being chased by the past. I'm tired of sleeping with ghosts. I'm tired of all the skeletons inhabiting my closet. I'm tired of ALWAYS turning away and having you ALWAYS be there, no matter which way i go. I can't hide from it...i need out. ...but how does one escape, when a prisoner of their own mind?