Nick Rubashov
12-03-2006, 08:51 PM
writing poetry while you're drunk.
Had an incredibley horrible night last night. Went to a friends house to chill with a couple of people and this girl I consider my best friend started making out with a guy who's a total a**hole. So I got myself piss drunk in an attempt to forget/feel better. Didn't work by the way, I drank so much I'm still feeling the hangover and missed work because of it. It's not like I wanted her to mess around with me instead or anything, it was more like watching your daughter or sister start making out and knowing you can't do anything about it. Anyway, here it is. There is some language.
F**k it.
F**k my dreams,
F**k my ideals,
They don't exist.
I know why...
I'm joining to die.
Life is a lie...
I'm joining to die.
So you can go on living.
craaaaazzzyy. angry stuff huh? The "joining" is my decision to go into the army instead of going to college.
Had an incredibley horrible night last night. Went to a friends house to chill with a couple of people and this girl I consider my best friend started making out with a guy who's a total a**hole. So I got myself piss drunk in an attempt to forget/feel better. Didn't work by the way, I drank so much I'm still feeling the hangover and missed work because of it. It's not like I wanted her to mess around with me instead or anything, it was more like watching your daughter or sister start making out and knowing you can't do anything about it. Anyway, here it is. There is some language.
F**k it.
F**k my dreams,
F**k my ideals,
They don't exist.
I know why...
I'm joining to die.
Life is a lie...
I'm joining to die.
So you can go on living.
craaaaazzzyy. angry stuff huh? The "joining" is my decision to go into the army instead of going to college.