Dopehead.

I can talk in certainty, that I am destined for a life

with no second chances.

Sometimes it kills me,

how easy it is for other people,

to be forgiven 

and to restart their wrongdoings 

back to square one from a hundred.

But then again, I’m certain

that I am destined for a life

With “no next times”,

Nor “after this”.

Some nights I’m thinking 

about what can be fixed

But the other nights, 

the same mind that was telling me that,

Is ringing from the thoughts

that I don’t even know where I went wrong

So why bother trying?

But then again,

Why bother trying?

When I am the only one

Wanting to fix things.

Ah,

Why bother thinking.

*I know where you've been, you're ruining men, never again will I let someone in.

- The Story So Far's Roam is ringing in my ears. 10.14 AM, on the office.*