Volume 29: Into The Hollow

Thinking of my 99 problems as I smoke this one joint, Knowing 98 of them will be gone once I put the right man on gun point. Thoughts constantly reach me in different voices, all saying the same things, using antonyms. Thoughts as scrambled as Maynard's puzzle. Take another puff to the upcoming nights I look forward to not remembering. The more I escape reality, the more my screws are tightening. Frightening, half the time I don't understand what's happening, as I make others miserable just so I can smile again.

Volume 28: Less Than Three

I had no choice but to avert my eyes from everything and maintain silence while turning a deaf ear to everything.

I'm not trying to disrespect you, I'm just focused on the things I like to do. Unlike you who's not half as passionate about the things you're into. You know I have artistic tendencies and that takes my time.

I don't mean to offend you, and I don't know why, it is difficult to admit that I miss you, and I don't know why we argue, and why I want to say I'm sorry, but I never do. This is painfully honest. The truth has risks, but so do lies.

I don't mean to get you mad, but I just hang with my friends. I'm not misbehaving, I'm faithful, its just difficult to hit you up. Everyday, I'm busy today.

It is just difficult loving you as I don't like you a a lot.