You get Your Life Handed To You, In A Nice Package.

And You Rip It Open.

And Then Moan About Whats Inside.

Your Life.

Is Perfect.

SO WHY ARE YOU STILL MOANING ABOUT IT

Theres Always a Sick Feeling.
Like Something is Going To Go Wrong.

No title .. doesn't Deserver One.

And I'm Just thinking I Might As well Go...?


You Wouldn't Have even Noticed If I Left Forever, would You.?

:l Read Between The Lines.

i say it doesnt matter.


But it really does.