There comes a point in your life, when you're officially an adult. Suddenly, you're old enough to vote, drink and engage in other adult activities. Suddenly, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown-up. We get taller, we get older. But do we ever really grow up?
Monday, February 25, 2013
Monster
At the end of the day, all any of us wants is to feel good. And whether it's a long, wet kiss on a dark night or a needle in the arm, it'll gnaw at you until you give in, until you let yourself feel good again. And there is nothing else in the world that feels better than giving in to your inner monster. Every monster has their own version of an addiction. It's written into our nature. We need the blood, the strength, the power. But the curse of those of us with darker urges is that when we let the cravings inside us take over, someone else pays the price. And when the monster sets sail for rock bottom, there's no telling what destruction he'll leave in his wake.
Sometimes I just want to sit around, and do nothing. And not feel shit about it.
