I leave here for a week or so with plans to not come back.
I say to myself that I'm leaving for good but I always come back...
Why.... what is it that always makes me come back for more.
Then when you come back it's like that drag of a cigarette you haven't had in a month because you were quitting, it tastes so good..... (I don't smoke anymore but I remember when I was trying to quit)
It's kind of like home here, some of you guys know more about me than my family and friends..... it's weird..... weird....
Sorry for being so dramatic it's not my intention... things have been going on out of my control so I've been trying have a clear head.
I say to myself that I'm leaving for good but I always come back...
Why.... what is it that always makes me come back for more.
Then when you come back it's like that drag of a cigarette you haven't had in a month because you were quitting, it tastes so good..... (I don't smoke anymore but I remember when I was trying to quit)
It's kind of like home here, some of you guys know more about me than my family and friends..... it's weird..... weird....
Sorry for being so dramatic it's not my intention... things have been going on out of my control so I've been trying have a clear head.