there are many times where I feel as though there will never be a place for me in this life. I feel as though I am a stepping stone for others, from one place to the next… maybe that’s my purpose; to be the go between from one state of being to another..
somehow that seems exceedingly depressing.
I wish that I could explain the utter blankness that I’m feeling
Much like the Republican Party, rats have begun to learn that they have an image problem.
For Kato
(Source: music-holic)
