So lately I've been feeling like major crap. Dealing with addictions, not the drug related kind but the sense and sensuality kind. I wish I could chalk it up to my lack of seeing people this last year or so, but to be truthful I've always been like this. I've tried to blame it on a lot of things over the years when really I should deal with it. But pride is a wicked thing, man. Pride won't let you admit you have a problem. Pride'll just let you wallow in your mess like a fool. Or like me.
Just thought I'd share.
Just thought I'd share.