Addictions and other Character Flaws

I am a complexity of randomosity. I love the dark for its secrets and solace, a downward transcendental redemption for the sins committed in the daylight. My life is an addiction. Much as sometimes I may want to turn away and start from scratch, somehow it draws me back in. I want to remember the things most important, so here's the proof - and another addiction.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

My Own Prison

I'm sitting here in my room, a prisoner in my own home. To be fair, let me first say that this is a self-induced isolation.
The reason? My father.
I hate to even call him that. The only thing for which I can honestly give him credit is his sperm deposit. Yes, vulgar...but true.
There are not even words to describe it.

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