“It’s hard not to hate. People, things, institutions. When they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed hate is the only feel that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart, tears him in something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become. That’s what I need to tell you, to let you know how hard I’m tryin’ not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act, what I feel slamming up against what I should do. Impulsive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day I realized most of it was spend cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future. All I have is distractions and remorse. [ I buried my dear mother 6 months ago]. As cliche as it sounds, I left part of me in that box. Part I barely knew, part I’ll never see again. Everyday is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look on what’s inside. You determines if it’s a gift or a coffin.” ( Jax Teller )
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 17:42:50 +0000
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