FUCK IT!

      Time was running out...

there weren't a lot of options left...it seemed like i had let it go out of control for too long and now, could i ever get it back at all? would i care if i didn't?

should i try to make this right?

By the time I got myself in a position to think about what time it really was, well, by that time, i was to exhausted to care what the outcome would be if i left right there and then...who'd really care?

But someone always knew, didn't they? wasn't there always that certain someone who just always "happened" to know someone who knew someone who saw him do this n that with that one...no one gets away free n clear. nope...so i said fuck it, if they're gonna talk, let em talk, but as for me, i'm over it. i'm through. i've spent more than enough time worrying about it, and now, i don't actually give 2 shits about it...so...

                   FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT. FUCK IT.FUCK IT. FUCK IT. fuck it!

as the sun set and the moon rose, i made it clear that i understood that yes, another day had passed, and i still didn't get done what i swore i'd have had finished a week ago.
it's stressful, it's irritating.
                               it's (yawn) exhausting.