I give up

Right now I see my future as a taxi driver wallowing away in misery, buttsweat, my own piss, and skin cheese.

Well I dunno what I want anymore, again.

I just tried sketching and it didn't work out well, stabbed the paper and buried the body in the garbage can and broke the pencil.

The band isn't going anywhere so far. Dunno what the fuck is gonna happen.

You know what sucks? People who laugh at you when you're seriously talking about the subject and you just sense this heap of negative energy when they do so.

And I'm bored of architecture, I definitely don't wanna work in that field, I don't wanna be locked away in an office.

And my family seems to have hopes in me "ooh you're gonna be an architect, you're gonna design my house and be rich and get me a driver and a car".

But then where would the miserable inspiration come from when I have nothing to fiddle and curse at.

I still don't get it, when did this all happen? When did this country get to me...? Why is my spirit broken...?





5alaaaas gabba3at.

Oh well.

It'll wash off.