Tired of caring about that which doesn't matter. Not only that, but knowing my efforts, concern, and good intentions are amounting to nothing but the decay of my self worth. I sing along to the words, "Life is not a monster, make the best of what you have", but its hard to do anything when every time I turn around I get punched in the face, time and again. I've pieced together this armor over the years to cover up the wounds. I've learned when to advance and when to step back. I'm prepared for the worst. Yet somehow she's slipped right through the gates. Made a mockery of my fortress, and without a care in the world is taking me down brick by boring brick. Yeah, I can use metaphors for days. But the feelings felt are all too real. I have to spend a predetermined amount of time before I can move on. But I promise that when I do, you won't know about it. Here's to the friends that are here, and fuck off to those who don't care.
Time to make a move.
Do work.
Stay Brutal.
