Another week come and gone.

Another week I feel like I'm in the passenger seat of a car that someone else is driving and I can't get out.

Another week I feel like I'm on the outside looking in.

Another week of the same old shit.

Another week of trying to paddle upstream and getting nowhere.

Another week that I'm not sure how I made it.

Another week that I'll have to grudgingly go through.

Another week which I need to quit bitching about.

Another week which I want to cry out for the attention I don't deserve.

Another week these walls are put up.

Another week these days drag by.

Another week that might bring something better.

Another week that I know I'm lying to myself.

Another week gives me a knot in my stomach.

Another week gives me the urge to vomit.

Yeah.. just another week in paradise.







I'm not sure what this was supposed to accomplish, if anything, but I just had the urge to put it into words. I'm not sure if this is considered poetry or random gibberish scribbled down by a monkey with a keyboard, but there it is - whatever the hell it actually is.