I work in a tattoo studio, near my house, sometimes, when i'm walking down street, coming back home, sharing a cigarette with the wind, I think about a lot of things, how wrong my life is, somehow I can't remember when things start going bad in my head, I have a disea callded epilepsy, this fucks my life pretty damm good, a few weeks ago I start overreact about allmost everything, I'm stressed man, my videogame isn't helpping as it used to do, can tell the same about my work, I like my work but, I really need a drink, but can't drink...that sucks.
I'm fucked up, have no money, can't drink and i'm realy pissed off about this.
I'll keep goin