hardworkingtexan's blog: "present situation"

I used to dream of eyes so blue And loving arms to hold me. I used to dream of heroic heroins And how gracious they would be. I used to dream of how I wouldn’t settle For anything less than best. I used to dream of how she would majestically Lay all fears to rest. I used to dream of fairy tales, How wondrous would they be I used to dream of story books All patterned after me. I used to dream of a lot of things, But the moment I met you, I immediately stopped dreaming, Because all of my dreams came true.

the pressure of life is getting to me. what do i do, what can i do. nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the responsibilities that are tying me down.Straining my brain, breaking my back just to figure out a way out of this mess i call my life. is there a way? Some say suicide, but fuck that. im not rotting in hell to solve this. others say run. Run where? Home. yeah that will work.not. and the few, the few i call friends say stay, fight it. So hard, being pulled in a hundred different ways.I need to rest, but cant sleep. I keep digging this abyss of a hole called debt and trouble. it keeps getting deeper and deeper. I can no longer see the top. Its dark all around, im scared, but dont show it. I cry but dont tear. i cause pain for my friends because im going crazy. i need out. Maybe a rope will appear and i can climb out. maybe i will grow up.