Poem Seven

Yeah. Overall I'm happy. Really, Life is going well, and I don't have any real reason to be complaining about anything, but as this is my little forum to disperse all my pent up aggressions and problems...

My car is running great, Classes are going decently well, Things are going well with Jenni. It is great living with Massive again, and really good to see all the guys from the floor.

But Sometimes... Sometimes...

Sometimes this world is cold.
And I just want to sleep.
Sometimes this world is bold.
And I don't want to speak.

Sometimes this world is sad.
And it makes me feel so down.
Sometimes I'm upset and mad.
And I just want to drown.

Sometimes this world is great.
And it makes me remember.
Sometimes I'm glad for fate.
And I leave my December.

Sometimes this world is mine.
And it makes me feel good.
Sometimes I'm feeling fine.
And I pull out of my hood.

Sometimes I just want to quit.
And I want to give up again.
Sometimes things arn't legit.
And it makes me want to begin.

I guess as a note, I havn't done anything again. If anyone even reads this crap anymore. Though I would be lying if I said I hadn't been tempted. It seems so weird to me to get so screwed up over stupid little things that shouldn't bother me, and didn't for years.

Then when you least expect it you start to grow cynical and spiteful of everyone around again. And everyone around is happy, and you arn't. To top it all off people are miserable around you, people you care for, but you can't do anything for them.

I don't know. For the record. VERTIGO SUCKS. So do the Migraines that are accompanying it. The reason I havn't posted much lately is that I have had a Migraine basically straight through since ... August. It is as Massive would say... Teh Suck.

Okay. Well, may be I'll post a lyrics set then go to bed. Goodnight all, and Good luck.