Girls and Stairs

Punishment and rehabilitation.

I was once young and stupid, now I'm just old and in possession of a guilty and remorseful conscience. I regret myself and the desolated thoughts that terrorise me night and day. I commit myself to disappointment.

I have done some terrible things, I make no excuses.

I am odd.

I do hate.

I desire hope.

I feel anger.

I have dreams.

I need love.

I want Sadness.

I wish for happiness.

I presume kindness.

My negative drivel, theories and offensive ignorance are stubborn and unattractive. I am small, I am boring, I am not worth communicating with, and my opinions are shit. I am shit. Fuck my unintelligent little being and me. My constant intrusive, short-tempered arrogant guard is weak.

I have done some terrible things, I make no excuses.

I am odd.

I do hate.

I desire hope.

I feel anger.

I have dreams.

I need love.

I want sadness.

I wish for happiness.

I presume kindness.

I am a dreadful addictive consumption. I make day's drag and weeks fly. I ruin the good and encourage the bad. I ignore the accessible love card and wreck its stability. I digest contaminated hatred and regurgitate worlds of love. Who do I benefiit, what do I give back?

I have done some terrible things, I make no excuses.