to get a grip or to not?
To eat the burrito or to not eat the burrito? To pop that bottle or to not pop it? To take some adderall or not? These are the tough questions I have to ask myself. It’s been raining for a entire week and I am beginning to think that someone snuffed out the fucking sun. No sun and all rain makes me a fucking maniac. Not in the homicidal I’m gonna pop a cap in YO ass kind of way but in the I’m reckless, what kind of mischief can i get myself into today kind of way. I swear the darkness fucks with the chemicals in my head. It’s like I am equipped with some sort of switch that the rain and sunshine turns on and off. It’s a tough time I’m not going to lie about that. 6.9.06 is aproaching. That day will mark the three year anniversary of a close friend’s death. It’s never easy. It get’s easier then time turns around again and I’m back in the same fucking place. Time stops. Jesus can suck a nut. Losing 5 close friends in less than a three year period is enough to fuck with anyones head. I don’t think I can stand to bury another person I love. I wish the rain would wash away all the junk on Long Island. Isn’t anyone content with buds and brews anymore?
