and in my arrogance I write pages of anger hate and spite all of the reasons I have to trust... absolutely no one

You fucked it friend, it's on it's head, it struck the street

"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me."
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me
... and at once I knew I was not magnificent
I could see for miles, miles, miles
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be

Daria.

Where's the work that set my hands, my soul free..

Did you ever wonder why you stopped working ?
Why you lost your inspiration, your ideas ?
Why the only good photos you take are by accident ?
Why you feel so tired but keep pushing yourself to the limits ?
Why you find everything you see so boring ?
Why the feeling of guilt never goes away ?
Did you ever wonder when was the last time you were excited about something ?
When did you stop believing in your dreams ?
When you forgot everything you wanted to do ?
When did you stop expecting something good is about to come ?
At least for now we have the sun above our heads.

and I was taught to accept the ones I love and their choices, I guess I didn't learn that from you.

You always hurt the ones you love
The ones you shouldn't hurt at all
You always break the kindest heart
With a hasty word you can't recall

Lake Bell for Oyster magazine

living on a diet of Chocolates & Cigarettes