It's 3am

Basically all I have to say is: FU*K!

I've posted these lyrics before but they do such a great job of summing it all up....

"The First Eviction Notice"
by The Lawrence Arms

A temple
Corroded.
Eviction
Pending.
Embrace me.
Cold night.
Gray sky.
Streetlight.
Lyrical
Descention.
Attention
Fading.
Breathless, I'm a mess.
Kissless, I'm in distress.

I'm barely breathing.

This crowning anguish.
Locked up nervous reflex.
I've got to build up from the inside.

A relapse.
Reflection.
Distorted.
Repression.
Smiling spitefully,
Longing for you to sew up my seams.

I'm barely breathing.

I've abandoned old identities,
Skin I couldn't fit into,
Songs I couldn't write,
My voice will fade into this starless night.

Can I get much blinder?
Can I kick myself much harder?
Have I accepted this
To torture myself?
You can't see me.
Have I invented you?

I'm barely breathing.
You're so easy to believe in.
And it's so depressing,
That I'm always second guessing,
That I'm always second guessing,
That I'm always second guessing
Myself.

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