Popoki

Alrighie readers

Its me, Eric

I'm half asleep right now

And this is one of my blog entries that reminds one of a bitchy facebook game

I'm probably making it up cause I'm tired

But I'm going to talk shit

and someone's gotta guess who it is

Well, don't have to

But you know what

Fuck

I'm sick of shit

I'm sick of feeling like shit

I can't tell if its me or them

So you know what

I'm tired, nothing is constraining me

So lets get go

WE SHOULD BE BEST FRIENDS BUT YOU CAN'T OPEN UP YOUR EYES AND REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE INSTEAD YOU SEARCH AROUND AND CONTINUE TO BEAT ME

YOU DON'T GIVE CLEAR MESSAGES TO ME AND I'M AFRAID I'M ANNOYING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU BECAUSE I CAN'T READ YOUR DICTION OF BODY LANGUAGE

YOU JUST FUCKING IGNORE ME

YOU SOMEHOW KNOW HOW TO REPLACE ME PERFECTLY AND KNOW MY HOPES AND DREAMS ARE BEING WASHED AWAY WITH NO SENTIMENT

YOU THINK YOU ARE SO SOPHISTICATED AND THINK I'M SO LOW

YOU JUDGE ME

I CANNOT HANDLE PEOPLE

i don't think these gates are going to open again

so good night

there might not be nothing showing for a while