isn't it interesting that when it comes time to celebrate the end of one year and the beginning of the next- new beginnings and resolutions- we do exactly what we will to quit doing come morning; drinking, drugs, sex and rock n roll. blacking out before the clock even strikes midnight, and waking up in a strange house, and strange bed, stranger...
it is...painfully ironic that nothing will ever change. that we are stuck in a cycle of wishing and wondering what life could be like without those gaping black holes of time in our lives, but there is no willingness to ever let it burn.
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