In Englandtown

Who doesn't have people who make them extremely sick and tired. I just think I have more than the average person. I can't stand seeing you, hearing from you, looking at you, knowing you exist? That's just how I've come to feel about many people I deal with, especially those who you think, did you messy. Everyone knows that somewhere in the mist of all  that despair there lurks a little care as to how their life goes or that could just be me. I sometimes feel I care too much and then sometimes not enough cause my mind wonders to some pretty amazingly dark places with delightful thorns and red colored pitchforks we call roses I hate roses. I think of those people on their faces, crying for dear life. But maybe I'm just a little loose in the head but don't pretend like you never feel even slightly the same way. Feel like just camping out watching their doom take place and not even help. In all actuality that's just how life is, everyone for themselves but, for some reason we get a little upset when actions meet those word and we become really alone. I mean hey that's why I write so I don't feel too alone and so I can say exactly what I feel like without any criticism. This is my Town Englandtown and here I don't feel the need for permission to do what I please.