So...

So what if I hate my life?

So what if things just spiral from bad to worse?

So what if I'm standing in the middle of a totally rocking night club with my boys killing moet after nuvo after henny after belvy?

So what if my boy Dj Zimo is waxing insane on the wheels of steel?

So what if I just scored a coup with my new company?

So what if my writing is crappy?
So wht if I'm breaking new ground achievement wise?

So what if all the good stuff just feels empty at the end of the day?

Michaela said everyone lies. Truer words were never spoken.

I may be the worst one of all!
Going around spewing words of hope and goodwill and happiness and zen like I know what the fuck these words really mean.

What's funny is that I know I'm not the only one!

Or is that misery just loving company?

Who cares really?

Noone!

Ugly? Brutal?

Cataclysmically fucked up?
Maybe!

True? Yes!

But what the hell do I know?

So you hate that you give respect and noone gives it back?

So it kills you to love and just feel like an idiot every time you get your emotions trampled on.

So your every good intention is misconstrued.

So your life sucks camel balls.

Well, that's your shit.

We all feel like this at one time or the other.

Some of us perpetually.

You hate that life gives you hope. A feeling that its all good. Then yanks the carpet out from under you.

Why the fuck do you go on?

I have no bloody idea.

But if you ever find out.....

Somebody fucking call me...and tell me.

El Jefe- OUT!