Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Bitching

Two smokes and half a packet of Pods

A broken full-length mirror

Capped off a seven-year-old's two hour tantrum

A pointless angry phone conversation with the ex

Another fucked up day is coming to an end

Which followed a fucked up night of little sleep

This week has past the halfway mark

It can only get better, can't it?

Posted by Ted at 10:36 am

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