writing here feels like home
i look back and see that i have inclined to stay away
whenever feelings are intense and i have hope
so the sight and the dates of the blogs are a sign of my hopelessness
sort of cute in a way
in many ways, just pathetic and i love it!

If I was young, I'd flee this town
I'd bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gun
Let's take them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
Let the seasons begin - it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin - take the big game down
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide

I have grown to deal with more, suffer more, deeper pain and almost no courage to yield. Does this make me stronger or a coward? Rather than getting up on my feet and putting on a fight, choosing to sit on a chair of needles is the hard choice. So; in this case the hard choice has become addictive... Addicted to pain, am i?