Sometimes I really wish I was someone else. I make stupid decisions, say stupid things, act like a total fool. Put those three together and you've got a recipe for sure fire failure. Now I've lost contact with my God, I don't even get to SEE the girl, and I'm alone.
Nothing I can do or say now matters. I'm going to be super sick nasty busy for the next few months and I can't take back or redo what I didn't do right (or, in this case, never got to do) and I'm gonna be stuck doing the same mundane shit over and over. I wish life had a queue card holder...no way you can fuck up anything that way. Saturday night and I'm writing to an internet site to hold my thoughts. Fuck this, fuck the ideas that come out, fuck the stupid shit I say, the trouble it always seems to bring, the useless attempts at controlling my thoughts. Fuck it all.
*clears throat* queue card reader!!! lets try that scene again....I messed up...
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