Hung Up

I am everything I never thought I would be.

I smoke and drink and I am much more promiscuous than I like to admit.

Unreliable and selfish.

Optimistic on the outside, but once I get talking I'm the biggest Debbie Downer you'll meet.

I called to get help today but hung up when they answered.

I want to go paint just to get these things out of me. But then I'll have less time to do the things I should be doing (of which I have no real intention on completing). I like this stuff... (see "Pukers" Series in Paintings)

Tomorrow's my last chance for reading/writing. I'm past-due for absolutely everything else. I'm ready for it all to be done, but I know it never will be.