sidvicious

I've been sort of un-impressed by lots of things and people lately. I like it when people talk to me completely trashed. It might be an interesting career move from a photographer to a bartender.

Honestly, I don't know if I just screwed up my college plans by completely spacing my advisement meeting. I think I like to take the more difficult path. Some of the music I've heard lately has almost made me laugh. I'm looking for originality lately, buddy, and passion, not a fucking sure fire way to get laid. I'm sick of love song after love song playing on this radio. There's more to life than intimate love. I don't know why I've been so immune to that feeling.

It's easy to love how I do, just, see what's good in people, and see that they're doing their absolute best. But, see, when you're fucking lying about everything to make yourself look better and hide your faults, you're not doing what's best for yourself. I know you know better, so stop. And you're forcing me into the defensive. When you're using my misfortune to make your world a better place, you're contributing to this society of stale hate and fluorescent light. I can see it but not everyone can. I mean, do you want to be loved through electric impulses, or through a real, burning fire? I don't know. I wouldn't mind if I'm not loved at all, as long as I'm not being held down by someone like you. Go back to the mic and go back to signing whatever you fucking call it.

And, on a side-note, I'm getting rather sick of the government, too.