Wow, that was long. it's amazing how you could transfer 2 pages of versed words into song in around 4 minutes... in a smooth way. This little thingy below, for the uninformed, is a song by Joe, entitled good girls.
Ain't that true. Why ARE all the good girls taken every time? Everytime i see a pretty lady with a fucking jackass who doesn't know shit holding hands, i cannot help but feel incompetent. one thing is slowly, but surely coming clear for me - that is, i'm a fucking loser. But don't get me wrong, somehow, i'm content with whatever i have now, it's just that recently that feeling that somethings could be better is recurring more often. It's sort of a combination between incompetence and low self-esteem, i guess.
Now that most of my friends are actually taking our their shrink wraps, i take more and more pressure, and i can't help but let it out in a literary medium. 2 weeks ago, i lost everything i ever had with somebody that i used to love, and now that i still don't see any improvement in my life (just more breathing space), it's getting more and more depressing every day.
Making fun of people seemed to do it for me, but now it seems like everything i say is shallow and droll, returning to me like a fucking boomerang. Is this karma?
....check that. I don't deserve the karma. I blame the past for making me this way, damn it. let it be known that what i am doing now is nothing compared to what happened before.
I have to grow up. but the feeling in the back of my head tells me that i know better than that, and i should do something better. and what is that something? go back up 3 paragraphs and read again.
So you see, I'm not just in deep shit, but i'm in deep shit with weights clamped to my feet.
Somebody help me please.