Everytime I look at my car , I think
“Well, I guess I’m gonna be jacking off for a while”
Then, down the line, it starts getting really perverted. Like you’re into it
“Yahh!! I’m gonna be jacking off for a while!”
Like you’re happy that you don’t have to worry about anyone else..
The deeper meaning is
(Holy shit I fucked myself up trying to make a thing work, and after extensive analysis, the defect was within oneself.Alas,That prisoner is barred from happiness,, and the whole thing makes sense)
Then I look back at my car.
“Now what?”
Substitute a car for a mirror or any given block of time.
What happens when you don’t give a fuck? Down to your bones??
Ain’t pretty.
BUT.
You do learn things.
Learn not to care, understand that you live in a judgement parade, and the only person you should try to make proud is yourself and the people you care about. If you can get there, it will carry you past sadness. So the day that you like your choices, could be a very proud day.
For nobody but you.
Loosey life is a fools thing,
Easy, but foolish.
(Fun, don’t lie)
Maybe you could take what you’ve learned and transfer it to responsible life. Point addictions at other stuff. Put laser focus into shit that matters.
Otherwise it’s death.
(Both paths are death..idiot)
Alright, misery.
Being miserable while you’re alive.
Better?
(Yea)
Doesn’t hurt anyone to think
dawn 