westid

it’s all there, and it’s all about what’s best for me. come on how can we help you? what do you want? what do you like? how would you score the way you feel? you’re just holding yourself back

everything’s possible. anything you like; what are you passionate about? you’re a grown up, there’s nothing stopping you from meeting people, making plans, socialising, let’s get things moving; stop being such a lonely wanker and start going out. pearls of fucking wisdom, where have you been all my life

alright then, bring it on. we’re only ever living in the moment, forget about the past *poof* see? it’s gone. what have you got holding you back, other than yourself? ironic, isn’t it … they can help me with all my ambitions and desires, solve all the problems keeping things shit – except one. but whose fault is that

well; looks like i’m fucked then. i’m a grown man i can make my own decisions ./..

i thought that sounded too good to be true. thank fuck they called you; because i never knew that’s something i could do. oh praise the heavens you came through, just in time to my fucking rescue

is it weird to like it when your shoes are squeaky? i am going through a second crocs phase. they are made of something- it’s like squeaky when i walk. i like it, how can anyone not?

it’s just something you can’t ignore, hate it or love it. maybe today wasn’t so shit. depends what i’d rather focus my self on. *clink* here’s to better circumstances. if only

all i keep thinking is set me free. let me be me.