Reckless
I can’t stop myself.
I can’t pass up an opportunity.
God, I hate myself! 
What have I learned in the past 7 months?!
I sure as hell haven’t learned to cure myself from feeling like I’m missing out — that is for certain.
Stab me.
Make me stop.
I am weak-willed.
I am a slave to the slightest desire.
I have no foundation and nothing to hold onto.
Help me.
I am losing my way.
Every week it’s someone new.
I am a fucking whore.
I go through the motions,
expecting to get my drive back –
so that I can justify a craving.
I have no real cravings for it, strangely.
And I really don’t want it.
So why do I keep doing it?
Because I’m restless.
And when I’m restless, I become reckless.
Tired as fucking hell.
It’s 6am and I’m finally going to get to sleep.
Add comment May 17, 2008
