A Treps Stale Bag Of Chips

I don't know how to make it better. What better? Oh, the misery that keeps attacking me, blind siding me, and pretending to be NORMAL. Repeating questions,and wondering why I have to keep repeating the answers. It's simple to me. Do it, or don't. The past is only a reference of how we fucked up, or did something good. It's not the place holder for how we should do it now.

 

You haven't noticed that I've grown up in all kinds of ways. I hit the age where my brain changed. With you, it's still some kind of loop...repeating. I'm not into repeating. How long have you known me? I like to create. I like to invent. I like to dream. I like to do.

There is no repeat the same old shit with me. That's boring and useless. Did repeating get us anywhere? I want to vomit out all this same old conversation. Didn't you notice it's useless? And not beautiful?

It's painful to keep repeating. That's why I'm a innovated thinker. New discovery is the bridge to love. The bridge to mend. The bridge where we can look over,toss our smiles into it, and know we conquered our evil.

I'm not into the stale bag of chips......