I don't know anyone would understand this..
But whatever.. got this off someone's blog.
What do you think??
Today i was called.. an insecure person who wants a prestigious
career to get a meaning of life. Some people's addictions is
alcohol, some drugs, some cigarettes, some a combination of
several. I like a high flying life? Why? Why is it an addiction?
Because drugs, ciggies and (too much darn Abba on Eurovision) tv is
an escapism. My high flying life allows me to escape reality. I
don't face reality because it hurts. It's too much for me.. too
harsh for me. Too much sorrow in mine. As far as I can remember, i
used to talk to myself.. i used to look up to 'sucessful' and want
to be like them. Power suits, skyscraper heels. Hhaha.. man..
charcoal, black, brown suits.. They are my favourite. Not having
something inside you to look up to.. you look outside the
square.
You lose yourself in the meantime, i do not know what i do anymore.
I do not know what i want. I want to be happy. I don't know what
makes me happy. Hence i keep plugging along. Plugging along.
Well.. that is sad.. but what is your vice? Legit ones.. chocolat
(it is not a spelling mistake!), work.. legal drugs (bulbs comes to
mind) or the frigging movies? Everyone needs their own escapism.
Their own life to run to.. their own obliviation.. some sort of
world where they do not have to deal with themselves.
This is ... my vice.
