I’m feeling destructive.
So. 17 year old fat, punk Josh is losing is his collective mind. Our (DIVORCE.) album ‘LIFERS’ is finally available to stream and listen to. This is all in thanks to Punknews.org hosting it for us.
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I took a hit of the wine in the passenger seat as we passed penetentery.
I didn’t feel sympathy knowing we were all incarcerated in our own ways and at least they’re secure which is the last thing I’m feeling but I know they aren’t gonna listen so ill. Pretend to call for a second and try to hate you but all I can hate is the massive complication behind my jaw that’s burning with every sip of alcohol I said I was done with. Well I’m back and if everyone gets to leave behind the goals they set well id rather join them because if I don’t thing I’m beating is my self over and over and over and that’s what I’ve decided I’m done with. So if you’re done then I’m done and I’m going to live and try to love because quoting only leaves me more alone and believe me when I say I think I’m starting to realize what I deserve and it cracks my head in half with a warm hammer and lets the rain of positivity hit every nerve in my body.
But only for tonight because tomorrow I’ll wake up dried out and empty regretting the missed calls that I have and taking all the pills I flushed down the toilet just fall In line and wish for another night in the passenger seat. It’s amazing what I can’t remember and the sentences I’ve chosen to forget and I’m scared of every night but no ones asking if the lights were allowed to go out. They weren’t and torches are lit behind my eyes but no ones around no no one is ever around to see the spatter of light I’m burning the wood paneled walls with.
I’m not questioning why I keep going any more. I just do and that’s enough to be proud of. I’m enough to be proud of.
At least that’s what I say when I can’t explain why you’re not here.