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Tough by Richard Perez
I’ve been tripping. Sinning off of the conditions I’ve been in. Lying on the same linens, feeling unwilling to limit my limits’ effects on me. Eventually, my feet have to essentially stand on the ground independently. My soul judges my brain, condescendingly. I’m in the red. I’m in the wrong. And in my head, it’s been too long to go back. My flow’s wack with negativity, and I know that I’ve been fooling myself, ruining my health with self-destructive activities. I’ve losing my self-constructive abilities, and I’m stuck. What the fuck? I’m stuck. What the fuck? Note to self: sober up; it’s not over… tough.
(written 06/21/2010)