It's getting worse, this dementia.
To begin with, I'm posting this a tad drunk but not deranged wasted. Maybe Tourettes at times I have been.
I'm not posting this in that sense I will wake up tomorrow and forgotten the shit out of it all.
Now, I'm struggling what I wanted to do with this.
....
Yeah, this was probably it:
I know you've heard it a million times before. I know it's worth fuck all.
When I snap.
And over the years I’ve snapped.
But my apologies for that last shite snap during summer.
I don't remember what it was exactly, I don't remember what I wrote exactly, I haven't looked it up, but I kind of slightly remember that I was a fucking dick before I went out the door here.
It's been bugging me since.
And I know it’s no excuse to lean on, and I know it’s kind of a psychopath treat, but if you have something bugging you when you know you’ve done wrong, it means you care about the people you’ve done wrong against.
Or maybe I’m simply a moron.
At times slightly, never on a daily basis, I thought about posting this, but I guess now was the time when I mustered the courage to fucking fess up.
I don't feel like being here. Never felt. I don't feel home at here, never belonged. And it’s 100% to do with I being a dickhead.
(the first person who says otherwise, I will regard as a moron)
Why am I doing this?
I dunno. A lot of shit is happening and perhaps I’m looking for a degree of closure.
If I go out eventually , I want it to be on a good note. Not that shitty, stubborn, bastard, evil, poisonous… fuckhead I have often been.
Anyway, you’re fucking ace. All of you.
To begin with, I'm posting this a tad drunk but not deranged wasted. Maybe Tourettes at times I have been.
I'm not posting this in that sense I will wake up tomorrow and forgotten the shit out of it all.
Now, I'm struggling what I wanted to do with this.
....
Yeah, this was probably it:
I know you've heard it a million times before. I know it's worth fuck all.
When I snap.
And over the years I’ve snapped.
But my apologies for that last shite snap during summer.
I don't remember what it was exactly, I don't remember what I wrote exactly, I haven't looked it up, but I kind of slightly remember that I was a fucking dick before I went out the door here.
It's been bugging me since.
And I know it’s no excuse to lean on, and I know it’s kind of a psychopath treat, but if you have something bugging you when you know you’ve done wrong, it means you care about the people you’ve done wrong against.
Or maybe I’m simply a moron.
At times slightly, never on a daily basis, I thought about posting this, but I guess now was the time when I mustered the courage to fucking fess up.
I don't feel like being here. Never felt. I don't feel home at here, never belonged. And it’s 100% to do with I being a dickhead.
(the first person who says otherwise, I will regard as a moron)
Why am I doing this?
I dunno. A lot of shit is happening and perhaps I’m looking for a degree of closure.
If I go out eventually , I want it to be on a good note. Not that shitty, stubborn, bastard, evil, poisonous… fuckhead I have often been.
Anyway, you’re fucking ace. All of you.
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