well cruel hand is playing tonight
and i'm not going.
i've wanted to see them for about 6 years now. Which makes me feel old as fuck. However.. i have no moneyz in the bank and a test that i haven't studied enough for tomorrow. My 17 year old self would be so disappointed. wisdom pain: Anxiety inside of me, I'm starting to bust. Friends turn foes so easily, I need someone to trust. Can't you see I need room to breathe and space is a must? Everything I know to be crumbles to dust. I can't stop this, it's beyond me. I have tried, are you not listening? Reality and what's "real to me" is what I cannot seperate. Choosing one over the other is the reason why I'm late. A window of opportunity smashed to bits and worthless to me. Constant inconsistancy - My only consistancy. So much wisdom in pain, so many lessons in hurt. You learn from a loss so I'll take on your worse. Nothing can hit harder than my own regret so I live with what I've done and know that I can't forget.