i can taste what is unbearable and i can see what can not be seen, i am the missery that lies at the pit of this pour soul that i am using for this short time. life isnt easier and it really doesnt get that way. i fall into the same trap everyday everynight every year. im traped by the emotions that i hate, that i cant bear to have. how dare i take on this gracious soul and soil it. Its mine to use but i abuse. its not wonder it hasnt sold itself. at this point ive heard too many words against it and instead of knowing where ive been and where i should head its a foggy fucking mess and i cant seem to find the way.