We'd Be So Free, Happy Alone.

I try. I really do.
But you know, there's only so many times I can take the high road before I fucking lose it and go straight for the jugular. (Don't get me wrong about that High Road reference - I was refering to a moral high road whereas Spliff St., Bong Blvd., and Reefer Rd. are always available).

The one thing I've noticed about being successful and happy is that it is really easy to do, but the hard part is to maintain your disposition despite the increase in jealous people trying to bring you down.
I don't think that I'm Mary Sunshine or some fucking saint but I know that I've done nothing of a hurtful intention in a long, long time. I know that I've been traveling a year and a half and therefore stayed away from really connecting with anyone so what I don't understand is why when I remove myself from you; do you cling to your desire to speak ill about me?

It's fucking sad is what it is. Because for one, I didn't do it. Sure I don't deserve it and yes, sticks and stones break bones/names don't hurt me blahblah, but eventually you wear someone down and tire them out and they start to give up.


Some give up on themselves, some give up fighting the good fight and just get plain dirty on their enemies, that's when cunts lose their heads. You heard.

Heads will roll.