No Regrets

For once, this isn't inspiration, these aren't my thoughts, or ideas, they feel foreigned and borrowed though I watch my fingers type these words. It will not be in collected stanzas, it'll be a poorly organized rant. That, is what I do, I rant.

I hate having free time, so I clutter my life with sweet nothings, and useless obsessions. They serve their purpose taking up most of my time, and busying my life with absolutely nothinhg. When my life finds a gap, I can only do one single thing, think. Its not vague, shallow thoughts, casualities of hormone filled adolescents, but decisions, considerations. I think in metaphors, I challenge the existence of things, to see if any of it truly matters. Thinking for me is a dangerous hobby. One thing I do often is look back, contemplate on my past, and linger on forever. It makes me see that I've done things wrong, that things could've been done so much differently, and at the end of the day I am one flawed, and fucked up kid.

Times like these I realize that I live tied to many regrets.


the way we live, the way we die, what a tragedy, im so terrified. daydreamers, please wake up, we cant sleep no more
-andrew hurley :D