My self gravitated little world.

I smell sex and candy. That's what I was listening to while chilling in this local coffee shop when all the sudden the lyrics hit me; I'm self involved, self centered, self concerned, and self gravitated. I'm sitting here with too much caffeine stuffed into my veins (I hope doing this will help me keep my mind off the lack of nicotine) feeling sorry for how my life is a pile of bile, a living shit sandwich... a misery-filled hooka that makes me cough when I take a hit. But my past and present bitching is making things worse. I need a good attitude. A good attitude? What the fuck, wait a minute!? Life is a terrible comedy filled with errors! So forget being positive! Forget glasses half-full! I lost my damn glass years ago, so I don't even care anymore.

So this is a bad day I guess. Trying to remember if I took my pill today... "Take your pill! You take that pill Andrew! Yum, yum! Pills are good! Pills are good! "