This isn't who I am.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Finally I could hope for a better day.
No longer holding on to all the things that cloud my mind.
Maybe then the weight of the world wouldn’t seem so heavy.
But then again I’ll probably always feel this way.

Do I have nothing good left to say? Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
People love to drink their troubles away, sometimes I feel that I’d be better off that way.