(too) broken

The thought of being broken beyond repair. I think everyone is a little fucked up in their lives. Imagine us all being glass shards with rough edges that will never be smoothened out. Such that when we re together, we only hurt the other. Some may find the piece that fits, but others, will just keep on getting cut and keep on hurting and keep on bleeding till you're dry. It's quite a dark thought eh. Life is fleeting. Time is too. And here I am baking, reading up on DJing, when economics should be the focus of the day. I'm not even done with math yet. Fuck my life. I'm off the honour rolls in my head. Falling. Deep. And nobody will go down with me. Because, all in life, I've been taught that I'm all alone, and the only person who'll stick it out with you, is God. And now, I'm distant from God, so who's there, no one. Lord, I'm sorry. Sorry for falling into temptation, sorry for not being a christian made after your own image. Sorry for cursing every second, and every hour. Sorry for not being how you made me to be. The wayward child. I never thought that I'd ever fit into that category. But maybe now I see an inkling of how I actually do. This rash is a bitch, and my mood is as sucky i ever. But hey, we can't keep playing the blaming game am I right? Get on with life E. Throw your burdens and trudge on. There's no more time to waste.