I blame the drugs, I blame the alcohol, I blame the despair and the hopelessness that Put you there.
I blame society. I blame aggressive personalities. Taking us down 10 pins at a time. I blame the pin reset for taking too long and being faulty at its job.
I blame the selfishness. I blame the greed. I blame the world for ******* artists dry of their passion.
Paying far too much money for splatters of paint on a canvas. Paying far too much for songs without meaning without talent. That are recycled and reused.
For if I went to art school I'd pay far much more money To go than I would make in my life.
I am bitter and resentful of what I hear every single ******* day.
I blame this chilling loneliness which shatters my bones. I blame myself for not picking myself up out of this mess And moving on.
It's my voice in my head That's keeping me from getting where I need to be. That's keeping me from trying harder than my hardest. That kept me in bed and not at school today. It's where I need to be.
I realize that some things are my fault. I realize that others are not.
I look out the window and I want to cry Because this 'beautiful world' full of possibilities never fails to just pass on by.
I am consumed by despair. And I don't enjoy it.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm twenty years old. To be twenty one in 4 months. I feel like a 42 year old woman Stuck at home Being a mooch.