BACK IN BLINDERS

Somehow I've managed yet again to be the most stupid person alive. Yet again Ive allowed myself to become obvious of what's right in front of me. I should have known that all good things must eventually come to an end but fuck, I just wanted alittle more time. More time that there was happiness, more time I was able to smile. And more importantly, more time of having someone faithful, that didnt lie straight to my face everyday. I mean Christ, it's only been 6 months since we heard the last of the shardwhore even though in my mind I hear her taunting me everyday.  This new one, some blonde junkie, thinks its fun to get high in front of her small children. Wheres DCF when u need them. Yeah shes a real prize. He must be so proud. I cant help but think to myself, where in the fuck does he find such trash? And more importantly, what does it say about me?

HARD TO SEE

I feel like a visitor in my own blog. I used to have so many things to write about but now I have the biggest case of writers block. And now that I'm helping out the the shop my spare time is slim to none. Im made to wear my facade and pretend that I'm okay, but deep down I know that I'm not. I've forgotten who I am, forgotten what's important to me. Why is it so hard for people to realize how miserable I am. Why is my pain so hard to see??