Kick off my shoes…

I am home alone and super creeped out right now.

You marry a role and you give up your soul til you break down.

“But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,  so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

PS

WINNNNN

One choice from together.

I’d settle for a slowdown.

Something I know nothing of.. Whether it involves simply keeping my mouth closed or refraining from telling someone how I feel. In almost every scenario I would at least like to tell myself that I consciously think of the aftermath of my words before I speak them. This is never the case. Once again drunken tendencies and foolish emotional issues keep me from honestly telling myself and believing that I have any skills at saving face or even “keeping things light.” How can anything be light with someone constantly creating, even potentially seeking psychological darkness. I keep thinking someday I will wake up with some lucid notion on what my life is about and what it’s coming to. That there is enlightenment at the end of my tunnel somewhere. This is obviously my last ditch effort at obtaining any normalcy… There is none. Realistically thinking, this is what life is. Constant confusion and the complete lack of discernment.