rotten reality

rotten reality.

when u're all down n helpless
n wasted by noone's fault but ur own
ur frens think u deserve it.
except prob one -
poor ayda.
u were really great taking care of useless me
who got so pissed drunk.
in retrospect,
i suspect it's that last round we got.
and no,
i did not drink 13 shots.
cant remb who asked me in the face on the bench
and i smiled yes or something
and i dunno why i did that.

the wonderful ladies in the Ladies
who actually bothered.
it's like a sociology observation.
pple who know u dont really care.
how ironic.
u'd think they'll be the ones who do.
but hell no.
and it's really weird.
the kind souls who offered to send me home,
the kind souls who talked to the nonsensical ass,
thank you.

alright.
i didnt plan to get that pissed drunk.
-shakes head-
it was terrible.horrible.
so i cant blame anyone.
i'd prob be disgusted at how i behaved as well-
almost the same level of disgust i would show
the lil kids lying on the road to mm.
it was that pathetic.
i was a loser thru-and-thru
and i saw frens.
worse.

and hey you,
thanks for coming down in the middle of the night
and putting us up.
and the cab fare afterwards.
thanks for remembering, caring, and everything.
u were wonderful. =]
we all appreciate it.

rotten reality.
rotten, rotten reality.