I am completely invented. Everything about me is a lie told so often that it has become the truth. A case in point: I did not really work for a group of anti-government rebels in the Sudan. I was not shot in the leg either, the scar is from running into a concrete bench at a local Barnes & Noble. It does look like a bullet might have made the damage though, and that is the thing that really matters. It just needs to look close enough like a bullet hole to let girls let themselves believe what they are eager to believe: The man in front of them is unlike the others. He is not boring or stupid or
There is a kind o despeartion where I am today. I don't really know what to do next, it's all been done with smoke and mirrors in the past and so there was never a real need to develop what are known as life skills. To set a goal and steadily, almost systematically reach the end and know you've done your best; well that kind of committment and tedious daily toil has never been a thing I could really get behind.
She has long brown hair and deep chestnut eyes that see right through me. I find myself wondering what she tastes like, how her leg looks exposed from the sheets of a Sunday morning bed.
I came in to the office a little early that day, trying to fight off the hangover that the prolonged use of narcotics had brought. It's not the easiest of things to be a successful user of narcotics. The timing and dosage has to be handled with care, and one night without discipline can bring me three or four days in bed trying to recover.
And then there is the depression that inevitably follows. Those moments where God is so very distant and the meaning of my life seem devoid of anything of value. I have learned to trudge through these times, although not without complaint.
I microwaved a cup of yesterday's coffee and washed down two Excedrin Migraine The dog gave me a look that said I owed him money, but I let it slide due to our history. He had been a good dog really. He had learned not to piss in the living room fairly quickly and he never asked any questions.
I didn’t feel like working and I was tired of sleeping. It’s not easy
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There is a kind o despeartion where I am today. I don't really know what to do next, it's all been done with smoke and mirrors in the past and so there was never a real need to develop what are known as life skills. To set a goal and steadily, almost systematically reach the end and know you've done your best; well that kind of committment and tedious daily toil has never been a thing I could really get behind.
She has long brown hair and deep chestnut eyes that see right through me. I find myself wondering what she tastes like, how her leg looks exposed from the sheets of a Sunday morning bed.
I came in to the office a little early that day, trying to fight off the hangover that the prolonged use of narcotics had brought. It's not the easiest of things to be a successful user of narcotics. The timing and dosage has to be handled with care, and one night without discipline can bring me three or four days in bed trying to recover.
And then there is the depression that inevitably follows. Those moments where God is so very distant and the meaning of my life seem devoid of anything of value. I have learned to trudge through these times, although not without complaint.
I microwaved a cup of yesterday's coffee and washed down two Excedrin Migraine The dog gave me a look that said I owed him money, but I let it slide due to our history. He had been a good dog really. He had learned not to piss in the living room fairly quickly and he never asked any questions.
I didn’t feel like working and I was tired of sleeping. It’s not easy
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