...all of these missions seem impossible. You my inspiration, behind a curtain of intangible.
I try with every inch of my self to find the passion you gave me. The love that you shared and perfection you displayed that gave me the strength to believe I was ever alive to begin with. You. Purpose, lost. Motivation, vanished. Love, still here...
Not that I wish to alarm any animal rights activists, but I would like to (hypothetically) rip that stupid little ground hogs head clean off. I have lied here my entire life and I can say with out a doubt that the Winters here get longer and colder every single year. I found a bus ticket in my coat pocket the other day. The date on the ticket read 5/16/08. It was the middle of May and I was wearing a ski jacket. Granted, I generally run little colder than most people but it's not like I run around like the African Refugees you see sporting the latest of Mr. Huxtable's sweater fashions with dockers and flip flops. It was cold. And it's still cold. I had a horrible summer and then it was winter and is still winter. I think that this trip to nowhere that I am plannig will be a good one. I never thought that I would get to a point in my life where I had no motivation to do or accomplish anything. I hate being this dark negative person I've become.
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