fuck joseph-gordon levitt

he bites his tongue
swallows his pride
hides his pain
deep inside

but to what end, does he befriend this sorrow?

If only to hold on,
'til tomorrow

"Can I borrow a feeling,
can you lend me a jar of love"

So sad,
Milhouse's dad.
At one time it was a joke.

Thoughts I had,
Dreams good or bad,
Swallowed before their spoke.

Smoke when sad
Drink when mad
If I keep this up I'm going to choke.

Sing a song
Nothings wrong
Throat's to dry to hit the bong

SHUT UP SHUT UP AND TAKE A GRAVOL

Smoke a bowl and go to sleep
why bother talking
talk is cheap

just lay down and go to sleep
not mean
not bad
not being a creep

Guilt and Addiction-Ambition

Update:

Feeling guilty for hitting the medicine cabinet. Forgot to mention nasal spray use. Didn't drink prescription cough syrup. Left most of benzos. Still, friends of the family, I probably should leave their drugs alone.

Hopefully, they don't keep track of their drugs like I do. Still, if confronted, I will admit to my misdeeds. I'd prefer not getting caught, but when I left, I was still in a haze, there's a good chance I left some sign of my activities. I hope I didn't leave an unsniffed line of temazepam on a book or table or something.

Still, I wonder if they'd notice the cough syrup disappearing...

Denial runs deep I guess.