Reprieve

Sometimes I wish I wasn't a weenie. Weenies aren't passive aggressive.

Sometimes I try to forgive, but I can't. Usually, I can't forgive myself.

Sometimes I want to fake amnesia and start life over again.

Sometimes I wonder if people really hate me, and I wouldn't blame them.

Sometimes I wonder if other people feel this way.

Sometimes I hate how pretentious I am. But can't decide how pretentious I want to be.

Sometimes I lie. But not as often as other people.

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to drive so much. Othertimes, I wish I didn't have to drive at all.

Sometimes I drive for no reason.

Sometimes I wonder if that's ironic. At this point I don't actually know the definition of irony.

Sometimes I get in weird moods and I don't know why.

Sometimes I feel that because I don't have a wife and a child I'm a freak.

Sometimes I know I'm a freak independent of my own family.

Sometimes I don't trust everyone. Most of the time I don't trust most people.

Sometimes when I look in your eyes I swear I can see your soul.

Sometimes I'm malicious. My actions are rarely not calculated.

Sometimes I make lists.

Sometimes I feel like a nut. Sometimes I am annoyed by idiomatic phrases.