Some mornings I wake up, and I really wonder what keeps me here in Ga.
As in, if I got offered a job somewhere else why I would be hesitant to take it.
Really, some mornings I wake up and wonder why the fuck I didnt blow my head off the night before.


I think Im too hard on myself sometimes.
And that I really have a problem with never being satisfied.

I need meds.


I need to meet a new woman
That I know nothing about
That I might actually care about.
And that might actually care about me.