Oh woe is me

My past

My present

 

It was her fault

It was his

Where does the blame begin!

 

Years of not giving a fuck

What was ingested

What couches I slept

 

The men slept with

The women seduced

How is it this vessel is not ridden with disease?

 

Mistakes and much retribution later

No facebook, myspace

Or site of the casual masterbater

 

Deep thoughts are driven into the night

Deduction of memories

Eventually becoming ok of everything

 

Tolerant?

Confused?

Unaccepting?

 

Maybe just hyper observant.