So every time something just doesn't go my way, i get all negative.
The world around me starts to fall, slower and slower every time.
Its this sense of been unable to conform and fit into society shell and become what so many around me has, drives me insanely down.
To shrink down to nothing less then a weed in a field on brainless weeds waiting to be sprayed out of existences for the next batch to breed and colonizes.
I fucken hate it. i cant hold a weedy job! i dont want a weedy fucking job is my point!
And i know that even when i feel smaller then these weeds i am truly much greater.
Thats it.. weeds, they take fuck all to sprout, bloom and die off. There every where, growing on sidewalks, fucking roof tops, next to toleits. there every where from high and friggin low.
Hmmm, where flowers ( best term i can think) take some time until they give life to there beautiful petals, there arrangement of colours, there hidden existence to life.
Im that flower, as so many off us are those flowers, and yet so many ignore they are and become that weed, boring plain job of being a weed.
Meh, im sure you know what jobs and steryo types and slander crap i be talk of!
Id rather wait, weather in pain in or, that in time, and has proved, that i get stronger and wiser in figuring out how to unleash that petal power that exists inside me....
and im reminded every time a good thing happens in my life, ahhh, but brought down with another bad of course.
its getting better but for the mean time.
FUCK YOU TRUCK DRIVING!!!
Im out bitches!!!
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