Shiteous

When did I become so fucking lame?
I can't write a single creative funny sentence.
There is no feeling.
I guess this is what happens when you get a job and responsibility strikes.
I need some Bukowski.
I'm gonna go get drunk and regret it tomorrow morning.
Oh yeah maybe this is it

"My ambition is handicapped by laziness"
ahhh maybe

I threw everything away that you gave me along with all the memories, all going to a big huge fill with like items of past love. I do have a confession, I kept a birthday card to remind me that once a long time ago someone like yourself loved me. I can see glimpses of you happiness now and i feel lost. Not that I'm envious but sad that I don't have your spirit of detachment. I wish I had learned when I was close to you but now I have to look and study from a far.