fuck all that. i'm the man. my life is a roller coaster. most of you couldn't survive a week of my life. so sometimes i'm up and sometimes down. and anyone who knows anything knows that its when you're down that you write, create, or express yourself. that's why this myspace bullshit always has negativity coming from me. think about it... who wants to hear how great life is and how the world is so beautiful and yay, lets all hug... fuck all that. if you feel this way then that's great and i'm happy for you but it's unnecessary and even uncalled for to spew that R.E.M. "shiny, happy, people" garbage all over the place.
fuck what you heard. i don't have a single regret. maybe one and only one person knows what that is but it seems that after suffering the consequences for a good while i may be forgiven. do you really think "success" is a "good" job or a lot of money in the bank or a nice car or a fancy apartment? it's cool if you say yes... most of you will and a long time ago i would've too. how you answer that lets me know what kind of person you are and we'll leave it at that. i mean come on... if we all sat down and told our life stories up until the present moment whose do you think would be more interesting? who do you think has experienced life more with all it's kindness and cruelty? who is more well-rounded having had to adapt and survive? ok fine, you got nice shit. what else you got?
i found someone who has also "experienced" life. and i have no doubt that she is cooler, more interesting, stronger, and experienced more in her life so far than you might ever will. having found her and loving her and being loved by her is "success" or at least a good and important part of it.
just know... i'm not ashamed of anything that you might think i am or think i should be. i do have much shame in my life but you don't know what it is or where it comes from. when it comes to me... you don't know shit. and don't feel sorry for me because i'm proud and really.. i feel bad for you. most of you live a boring, shallow, sheltered existence. getting a blow job from bridge and tunnel trash in the bathroom of the latest "hot-spot" every weekend IS boring. "you talk shit but who's the one with a black card" big fuckin deal... what'd you do to earn that black card... that's what's interesting, not that you have it or what you do with it.
