Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

Friday night. Three a.m. Sitting at this desk writing; listening to Eminem. Tried to sleep, just a peep, thirty minutes even; anything to keep on going for the next twenty four hours. Eyes wide open, tears stream down like wet banners, drowning me in that feeling bursts from the depth of my chest. I scream and try to keep it quiet. Thats's what life feels like lately. That feeling that you just want to scream, wild and free at the top of your lungs, but all that comes out is a muted, stunted sound for fear of waking up those around you. Just an animal trapped in a narrow cage in a sound proof room. I really can't take feeling like this no more. I'm tired of being sad, angry, and glad. It's all mixed up. No one feeling ever lasts. It jumps, twists, turns and pumps. It's something new, yet familiar, and the destructive dance continues. This cycle is making me do things I never use to do. I smoke too much shisha; sometimes when shisha doesn't help I

To anyone whose talked shit about me and anyone I'm with and smiles in my face. "I'm livid today." These words have never been more true. "Trouble as the pain grows double, give a fuck what you say." Friendship doesn't mean shit between you and me. I shared my hotel room with you, some of my deepest thoughts, took a vacation with you all the while you talked shit behind my back and my former girlfriend uncomfortable to be anywhere around you and all the other fake people talking shit and smiling in our face in public. "Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique." I'm always down for a friend and too trusting in some cases. Ali and anyone whoever talked shit about me and jeapordized my relationships "keeping your distance would probably be best if you don't want to fuck with me." "Feels like this shit just got switched on me." I've been through this 3 times now and kept my silence. "You