Kick the tires and light the fires...

"God works in mysterious way." That's what they say. Personally, I think it's a load of shit. The world should be fair.Or at least you should treat people fairly. You have control over your actions and that's all you've got.

My situational excuse a lot of the time would be the alcohol. My dispositional excuse would be that I'm an alcoholic. Make sense? I think the scar on my arm is asking for a better excuse than just that. But that's what it gets. Fuck it.

"He doesn't need his name up in lights, he just wants to be heard, whether it's the beat or the mic..." I guess that's how I feel. I don't know what I want though. I have a lot already, and I am grateful, but most would say that I fuck shit up all the time. Just look at the scars I have and you'll see it's true.

Life is good; this isn't depressing. But maybe our lives would be better if I never bothered anyone again? At least that way you'd feel safer and wouldn't think I'm a horrible person. You know what though? Fuck it, because I really don't care anymore. I'm tired of being a bad friend. No friend is better than a bad friend in my opinion.