Mierda Del Toro…Its A Fine Art

And if I don’t, it goes to the black abyss of my emotions. A lot of my emotions go to the black abyss, when they aren’t expressed. But, the reason I’ve got to write now is because if I don’t write, it is going to fester in me. I can’t deal with the festering. It sucks and makes me feel like a terribly selfish person, for dwelling on stupid shit that I have no control over, will never have control over and in the great span of life, probably won’t matter in 20 years, and will definitely not matter at the end of my life. I think about that a lot…not the end of my life, but when things bother me or really get to me and I really start to obsess, I stop and ask myself if at the end of my life, would this really matter? Would I be thinking about this then? Or would I be thinking about all the good things that happened in my life? Well, I always fall to the later…I’d rather miss my life in my last moments of life because of all the good things that happened in my life, I would not be thinking of the negative things in my life, because they really don’t matter. Thats all great, but right now, I am totally toasted about something. If I don’t write it down, its going to come out in another way…and I don’t want to know what that other way is.