It ain't what it was supposed to be.

Don't judge me, if you don't know me.

Some people just pretend they know me so damn well, when they don't.
Some people just pretend they are so damn close to me, when they are not.
Some people are just so misconstrued to think they are so damn close to me and
they know me so damn well to even start judging me.

But i am telling you, get real, and listen.
Stop fucking judge me and telling me what to do when you don't even know me well.

And I had to ressurect this from the dark recesses of my blog past. But these words kept playing in my head with a huge vengeance. It is a wonder that I managed to squash the all too familiar ambiguity and melancholia back down where it belonged.

Whatever happened to, there are two sides to a story, two sides of a coin, innocent until proven guilty and all that godfucking jazz?

*see I can be straightforward if I want to.

But hey, I can handle it. I'm a big boy now. It's just that I can't seem to shake this disappointment that has encircled my heart and grabbed it oh so dearly.

21st what a fucking joke.

Same shit. Different day