Just fucking fed up

November 9, 2008

Fed up because I can’t understand myself.

Fed up because I can’t figure out my own interests.

Fed up because I can’t finish anything to the end.

Fed up because satisfaction doesn’t come easy.

Fed up because I can’t stay at one place.

Fed up because I can’t stay interested.

Fed up because I expect too much.

Fed up because it all comes back again.

Fed up because I can’t stay focussed.

Fed up because I can’t tolerate.

Fed up because I can’t achieve an end.

Fed up because I don’t believe in “I can’t”.

Filed under: egoisms,random life

8 Notes

  • harsimran → 8:33 pm November 9, 2008

    if u haven’t achieved an “end” that means the GAME is still on….remember there’s a new monster at the end of each stage :)

  • harsimran → 8:59 pm November 9, 2008

    hey when u coming to N. Carolina….

  • dj navv 9:07 pm November 9, 2008

    @harsimran: No clue yet

  • Wolf 10:02 pm November 9, 2008

    It’s not about wether we win or loose, but how we play the game. And you are your own referee, so fouls are your call.

  • dj navv 10:35 pm November 9, 2008

    @Wolf: Thanks.

  • yamla Jatt → 11:47 pm November 9, 2008

    you wrote a poem about what you thought, and finished it and posted, it. You covered lines 1, 3, 6, 9 through this post. Buckle up dorothy….

  • dj navv 3:16 am November 17, 2008

    @Harsimran, Yamla Jatt & Wolf: If I may reply with a saner mind … it’s this fucking weather here …. dammit …

  • Uliana → 2:35 pm August 14, 2009

    OMG, it’s about me. Every single word.

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