Life is so trashy sometimes, it makes me not wanna care about everything including myself. I can't care to smile, eat, sleep, and even exercise to look good even though it was once a part of a routine that worked.
You can work for something, be it happiness, wealth, love, but half way along the shitty way when it just doesn't seem to be working despite the effort, you gotta take a step back and question where things are really headed to.
It's not like me to give up on a race, but this race of life is a different kind of race only for the real optimist. It seems I would prefer to let a sort of degeneration run me over as I lie across the couch, soda cold in one hand, remote in the other, with a scruffy chin and a worn out heart as I let Monday comedy night TV take the blues out...
Labels: life