Well last night I had good intentions of going to bed early
But was kept up by someone trying to be "Dr. Crane"
I didn't mind so much
It felt good to get some of it out
The only reason it came out was because I couldn't answer a question
After I made a statement as a quasi-joke
It's quasi cause I'm not sure if it's true or not
And that's how it all began
The conversation at one point appeared to be going somewhere I didn't want it to
So I had to steer it back
As I'm sure this is now going to generate multiple questions from Dr. Crane
"I'm going higher than you'd like to see me go"
But it was an interesting conversation to say the least
I found out some information that was comforting
Although it wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear
"You taught me how to lie for you, cry for you, get drunk and get high off you"
I don't mind the topics so much
It's just the constant picking at one thing
When it may be something that will never be solved
Why are we always stressing over these things?
It's mostly me though
But sometimes it's inevitable
"What made you think that you could own me"
This journal isn't even making sense
I guess that's what happens when nothing in life makes sense
The past couple of days I've been detaching myself from someone close
I think it's because he's been very short and abrupt lately
So I don't know what will happen there
But what does it matter when in the end it'll just be me, Dr. Crane, Tiff and G.I. Jane
"But still I'd rhyme for you, shine for you, lay down and die for you"
