Again
Here I am again. Pissed. You know, I actually paused to wonder if I should journal about this, but I have no ideal why that crossed my mind. Was thinking a week or so ago that I don't want to be perceived as the guy that always has an issue. He is unhappy. He is dissatisfied. He can't cope. He can't get it together. He complains.
I don't care. This is the way I feel. This is who I am. This is where I am and if it sucks, then it sucks. I don't owe an apology to anybody.
This is me.
I don't care. This is the way I feel. This is who I am. This is where I am and if it sucks, then it sucks. I don't owe an apology to anybody.
This is me.
Work ourselves, fingers to the bone
Suck the marrow, drain my soul
Pay your dues, and your debts
Pay your respect, everybody tells you
You pay for what you get
You pay for what you get
posted by Booster MPS at
3:18 PM
3 Comments:
It's ok. Let it out.
I don't think you're pissy.
Forehead.
Ummm maybe UGA and I need to go back to the "sick supply list" and get in the car and make it all better...????
I so understand that poem. It doesn't seem pisses. It seems the way it is.
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