I didnt notice, nor did i care

Everyone has their #1. i dont qualify as a number.

i dont belong anywhere

"fuck you, fuck everyone"

i see. you. here you are. youve been circling around my mind for many (a) year(s) now. but every now and then, your face changes. now, the face is yours. and i musnt tell. i cant. i dont want repeated unpleasentries. if only i knew. if only i could.

i hate hearing about ppl complaining about problems that i share.

i know my reasons, im not sure about yours, but we both could have had it by now,

all you whiny babies, i dont want to join your club, but i want the effort

i should complain about everything more than anyone else. i deserve more. why not? everyone does it all the time, over anything. i should get the things i need.

Ive come back from the weekend. i dont want to be back here. it was a different kind of visit, but any place is better than here, especially at home

Things used to be so good, things used to make me feel........ different. now i wonder if i feel, i wonder if i can make things the same, i want things to be how i wanted.

these maelstrom of thoughts that will lead me to my perpetual insanity, simply because i want that rush of life, that thing that makes you feel....... right

ive been doing everything backwards.
ever since i moved to toronto
things just changed

and everyone is to blame

ive learned to hate again
and ive retained old bad habits
once again, over the bullshit ppl throw at me
to drink/not to drink - to smoke/not to smoke