It's times like these that I just sit and stare into nothingness, wondering what did I do wrong. This is gonna be one crappy post. I'm starting to realise there were 4 paths I could have chose, if only I knew then what I know now.. Would I have stuck to my choice? My pathetic choice of being escort?
Meh. I hate thinking sometimes, especially now when I miss things more then ever. Or maybe it's just the fact I'm constantly blasting depressing songs into my head. Either way, it isn't gonna change anything unless I find the will to bring myself to do smth.
1 path was fraught with despair and pain. The 2nd's existence was never known or really acknowledged. The 3rd was found after walking the 1st. The 4th was never really a possible choice. I chose to go through the pain, hoping that at the end of the road, it'll all be worth it. Sadly, it was a dead end. They were all dead ends. Now I'm left sitting in the darkness wondering what was so alluring about the one I chose. I hate the fact I see perfection in a sea of imperfection.
I have no ****in' clue what I just said. I know I write really weird things at times, but that's just me.
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