Just fucking fed up
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”.


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
hey when u coming to N. Carolina….
@harsimran: No clue yet
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.
@Wolf: Thanks.
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….
@Harsimran, Yamla Jatt & Wolf: If I may reply with a saner mind … it’s this fucking weather here …. dammit …