To carry dead weight.
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I watched my grandfather die right before my eyes.
Im watching my grandmother wither into something I never want her to be.
My father is drinking himself to an early grave.
Friendships flicker and die.
I have few constants, and the ones I do seem distant.
Im pretty much running on auto pilot. Sleep, college, work, sleep. Rinse, repeat. This summer will make or break me I reckon. I miss the days of a few years ago, yet I wonder if anything we promised each other was ever real.
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