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How do You Feel on Your Worst Days?
The waves come and go, how you handle the good with the bad might be the answer.
Right now, pretty shitty. I keep fucking up and don’t know how to stop the fuckedupness.
But maybe I do, and I don’t want to? It sure is comfortable here. Anything goes, and I got plenty of excuses for doing what I do.
There are times I feel great! But for the most part, I feel like a waste of life. I’m on a one-way train to hell, and it’s not making many stops.
There are a couple of people I want to take with me, but they don’t want to go. So I stay on this train waiting for them to change their mind. It will stop periodically, but I won’t get off.
I’ve been waiting a while, and so many incredible places and people are flying by, and I watch in the distance as they quickly pass.
I constantly remind myself I’ll get off this train to hell at the next stop, but the next stop is just another excuse to keep on riding.
The train isn’t wrong all the time, but the train has more bad memories than good. I keep waiting for that stop where the good overtakes the bad, but I’ve been on it a while now, and I’m not sure it exists anymore.
