wasted fucking matters
you fucked up and you keep fucking up its all you can do to keep you equanimity, then for eight seconds of your life you grew up just enough to be real and its a fucked up deal when you close your eyes and hold on just so you dont smash everything around you and rip the last bit of even ground away you just breathe and shit unravels over and over and them seconds didnt seem negligible.wasted like yesterday and the days before that. the rage just builds until u fall away inside. asking yourself what can you do how can you change it what didnt you try and the answer is you did what you could and the end wasnt left up to you the response wasnt what your really wanted but the last of wasted fucking matters