Current mood:	thirsty
Current music:	50 cent - places to go

Repent
"I be walking God like a dog, my narrative fearless."
- Zach De La Rocha


So it's tuesday night and im sitting here, in front of a computer, drinking a 40oz. of malt liquor by myself. My life is a city of empty streets; devasted, deserted. The society that inhabited this city has left or died already, due to my lack of human compassion. All of those who cared for me, gone. Deceived, betrayed, destroyed. Roll with me or get rolled over, motherfucker. Greed. Arrogance. Selfishness. The alcohol prevents me from bothering to assess and analyze my relationships with those I care for. Why solve your problems when you can simply drink them away? Obviously I know this is not the answer to any problem a person encounters. However, I must say, it is quite enjoyable. I once hid from the guilt of a terrible crime under a blanket of intoxication, literally eradicating all feelings of remorse or regret over a rather long span of hazy time. For seventeen days straight I was lost in a mystical world of substance abuse. It's almost as if I am rewarding myself for being a bad person, considering how alcohol is an enjoyable substance often consumed in celebration. In my life, every single fucking day is a new year's eve, a birthday, a wedding. Want to join the party? I promise, you'll have a good time, baby. Don't worry about the aftermath consequences, you can drink those away too. My conscience is screaming for help under this whirlpool of poison, begging me to have mercy. "Fuck needles, fuck smoke, fuck lines that make the sinus choke, fuck chasers, trails, fuck raves and rails, fuck hangovers, fuck hallucinations, regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracings'." No, fuck you, you ungrateful bitch. I'm in control, not you. No need to cure the disease, it will heal in time. No time to take action, let fate take the future hold. No fate in this crazy world, looks like you're on your own. I laugh and tap my cigarette ash into the 40oz. bottle cap. There are no good people around here anymore. They all died a long time ago. It is time that my kind and I shine.