Life in Mobtown
Well, I have learned an awful lot about myself: my innate ability to adapt to life's little curveballs. Today was a special day for me because I got my nipples pierced. Bad things bring out my father in me or rather, my crazy ass bloodline in which I want to just fuck something up or kill somone. Society gives me an image complex...I should sue
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I feel like when I knew you, it was during a different life time.
As if I am not the person I was then,
And as if I am a person that doesn't know or understand the
surroundings I was in during those days.
I miss those days.
It's like a chapter in a book, a title more or less.
Instead of being my life. My TRUE SELF.
It's just words. Letters.
A slight word or phrase, fondly remembered.
I wish it weren't so.
So many things, at that time, were up that are now down.
but then, so many things were down then, that are now up.
It's an even exchange made between God and Time itself.
I don't regret.
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