But my legs take me forward. Why do they take me forward? Take me with you further and further. I know exactly what is right and wrong, I know exactly what I have to do. But I'm the self indulgent type, so I'm gonna do whatever will make me feel good.
'Feels good.
Don't worry about a damn thang'
- Naughty By Nature
I like to escape from reality. So I dream about it, create scenarios in which my dreams come true. Alcohol is my partner. It helps me escape. Then reality and consequences of my actions hit me. I am sliding further down this ladder everytime I escape. I've wasted too much time dreaming and not enough time doing. Why? Dreaming is so much easier. Why am I so stupid and lazy??
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