We will never sleep, 'cause sleep is for the weak, no we will never rest til' where all fucking dead.

time after time i make mistakes.
i've probably done a million in this week.

now its time to move on, and leave it behind.
hopefully, i am strong enough to do that.
although, i think twice now and think, that its gunna be another conversation.
another conversation about, who knows what.
but what i'm trying to say, is i'm sick of it.
i'm sick of, unraverlling old memories, and putting them back into one conversation.
its tiring, and empty.
i feel shit after the conversations end.
my life would possibly not be the same.