its great.
this cycle that i'm caught into is.
its well made.
by an engineer maybe.
whomever made it,
was so great as his work.
it doesnt matter what you do
where you go
whom you talk to
it doesnt really matter
maybe it helps to change
a thing or two
but at the end
he is the winning foo' .
yes.
its a funny show and
I
'm
caught in.
caught in between the choices
that no matter which one you
take
it will get worse.
its like one of those nightmare
in hollywoodie movies when
protagonist is caught in a game
that he's keep losin' and losin'
like how Max Payne's life was
he wasnt asleep and seeing a
nightmare
he was awake and watching a nightmare.
mine's like that.
I'm caught between choices
choices that will lead to worse[t]
eventually,
no matter what you choose
it will always remind you that
you made the wrong path.
I have thousands and hundreds
of examples,
why examples,
real life situations that
will always lead to the bad.
and it goes on and on ...
the downward spiral,
like the NiN said.
Cant even hear a single vowel off of
my parents and I know when they
pass away, I would regret this moment.
but I cant help it.
Like that I know that I should study now
and forget about alot of things
and 5 years later I would say to myself
that I should've study more in those years
instead of alot of things,
but I cant help it.
its the worst part
that I cant help it.
its not those Dr. Phil cases that
"your what you think" and those shit,
its real life, I cant.
some people are successful
some are not.
its like movies, there are long 90-minute movies
and there are 10minute movies, I think I'm the
latter
one.
I try and try and try ...
but its like swimming and trying to get
out of a
swamp,
It just gets you more down.
No matter how hard I try or how I
came up with new solutions for myself
and i literally just think that I beated that beast
that beast inside
that monstrous creature lurks in,
he's just holding A like MegaMan and
waiting
patiently
to release its power to me at right time.
and then it blows me awayyyyyyyyyyyy
away and back more into my first starting
point.
maybe its my curse, cursed life,
that I have to just live through watching
my dreams fading away
tearing apart,
going away from me each day
more
and
more.
like bounto's, they
were like this too.
from summer 'till now,
I'm like those Pink Panther movies
(the great Peter Sellers, Rest in Peace),
that I just do things wrong,
and wrong and wrong.
non-stop.
fuck english.
this cycle that i'm caught into is.
its well made.
by an engineer maybe.
whomever made it,
was so great as his work.
it doesnt matter what you do
where you go
whom you talk to
it doesnt really matter
maybe it helps to change
a thing or two
but at the end
he is the winning foo' .
yes.
its a funny show and
I
'm
caught in.
caught in between the choices
that no matter which one you
take
it will get worse.
its like one of those nightmare
in hollywoodie movies when
protagonist is caught in a game
that he's keep losin' and losin'
like how Max Payne's life was
he wasnt asleep and seeing a
nightmare
he was awake and watching a nightmare.
mine's like that.
I'm caught between choices
choices that will lead to worse[t]
eventually,
no matter what you choose
it will always remind you that
you made the wrong path.
I have thousands and hundreds
of examples,
why examples,
real life situations that
will always lead to the bad.
and it goes on and on ...
the downward spiral,
like the NiN said.
Cant even hear a single vowel off of
my parents and I know when they
pass away, I would regret this moment.
but I cant help it.
Like that I know that I should study now
and forget about alot of things
and 5 years later I would say to myself
that I should've study more in those years
instead of alot of things,
but I cant help it.
its the worst part
that I cant help it.
its not those Dr. Phil cases that
"your what you think" and those shit,
its real life, I cant.
some people are successful
some are not.
its like movies, there are long 90-minute movies
and there are 10minute movies, I think I'm the
latter
one.
I try and try and try ...
but its like swimming and trying to get
out of a
swamp,
It just gets you more down.
No matter how hard I try or how I
came up with new solutions for myself
and i literally just think that I beated that beast
that beast inside
that monstrous creature lurks in,
he's just holding A like MegaMan and
waiting
patiently
to release its power to me at right time.
and then it blows me awayyyyyyyyyyyy
away and back more into my first starting
point.
maybe its my curse, cursed life,
that I have to just live through watching
my dreams fading away
tearing apart,
going away from me each day
more
and
more.
like bounto's, they
were like this too.
from summer 'till now,
I'm like those Pink Panther movies
(the great Peter Sellers, Rest in Peace),
that I just do things wrong,
and wrong and wrong.
non-stop.
fuck english.
