|for when you can't say that shit to a nigga's face...
||[Mar. 13th, 2006|07:58 pm]
the bad guy wears black, but plays a white guitar
|||||Waydown- Blizzard of 78||]|
-you can't say now that you didn't know. cause now ya do. and you still won't talk about it, huh? i thought we was boys...
-when i want my hand held, i'll bloody well let you know. do they pay you extra for baby sitting? oh, wait, you're on salary. yeah, i'd be a bitch too, i guess.
-and you. put down the booze and get back to work. looking to get fired? wait, you are? oh, well, carry on...
it's days like today when i struggle. with conflicting feelings of "this sucks and i need to bust my ass so i can get out of here" and "why bother? there's nowhere else to go and you know it. any attempts to branch out will inevitably end up with you failing miserably." i think i can admit now that i'm afraid to fail at this, it's a huge risk and as much as it drains everything else out of me, at least right now i have security. the world will always need people to handle their money. comic books may not even exist in 10 years. i'm afraid to fail so i sink in monotony. then the monotony becomes crushing and i've gotta break out no matter what. and so it goes...