Down they come
The swarm of locusts
Skies above
Converge to choke us
Feast of souls
Consume the harvest
Young and old
Suffer unto the locust
The death of the Macho Man
Last edited by DosMos at May 23, 2011,
Walking my dog to the park and feeling psychotic when everyone there looks like my old baseball coach for whom I often have homicidal thoughts. Then coming home to my dad who keeps wanting to play catch and watch the game, not understanding when I tell him that baseball is full of painful memories for me.

That was just from today. Every day it's something new.
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Last edited by rgrockr at May 23, 2011,
I've fallen for a complete slag of a girl and she spent the whole evening last night trying it on with me, but I'm too awkward/frightened to return the favor, culminating in her slinking off with another shit-face and me finding them outside.
Quote by Asada Hiruka
Covering up your feelings with a macho facade will only make your crippling depression worse. . .

This realization