So much expected from everyone, yet i'd wished i could offer more as these things bore me. Trapped in a job that offers no benefit or such a positive outcome, and an education that separates and disintegrates with all I wish to socialize. Dreams are just only feasible to an individual, and never could a dream be share with another. I always write in indescrible ways that offers no real description of my true feelings. But who cares, really? Spare me the rhetorics of egotisic reason. I can only look after myself, and at this point, I could really careless about myself.
There's always someone telling me I'm all wrong and a few that tell me your doing only good. I don't think I get any of them, cause by the end of the day, it doesn't make me feel any different. Seems this life is something twisted on the back of something we can't always see. I guess, I yearn to know the difference.
just when the unthinkable could be thought of sooner it just thoughted and becomes reality. sure, i just made up some words, but finally, the jets are back in Winnipeg.