I'm jealous of his guitar

I always thought, i would never say these words, i would never feel down, i would never be one of those girls who sigh and mope and get sad. But it happened. Im jealous. I support everything he is doing, i love that he has a goal, a dream, but does he know mine? Hes too busy to know what i like to do, who my role model is, what my dreams are, but i know his. We talk for a bit, then its practice time and when there's no practice, there's a gig.For days i dont hear from him. I miss him, i trust him, I believe in him, but i envy his guitar. He holds it all the time, his songs he sings to it, he takes it with him when hes busy, he knows his guitar. He knows his guitars fears, its dreams, its hopes, it wants to be with him as much as i do. But who wins the battle? Its weird to be jealous, of something that cannot breathe, but yet, i am. I hate his guitar.

Life.

A poem about life.

I have been thinking, here are my thoughts......

There's a giant foot on my neck.
It's called life.
It wont let go till i die.

Sometimes it likes to dance,
when ever times get harder.
And when you feel it letting go,
it just stomps and says "Sucker".

Those moments when you think
"I'm the best"
It comes back down and says
"back to reality, you've had your rest"

Life and money are two close brothers.
If you have one, you should have the other.
If money is your friend, life is your lover.

Life is a gold digger, who loves you when you're stacked.
Once your money goes, her bags are already packed.

Its not the material things, but lets do some math,
No money equals job, job equals working, working equals boss, boss equals stress, stress equals unhappiness, that is your path.
Now divide your paychecks into threes,
with taxes, taxes, and more fees.
You have some money, now what do you do?
You pay bills, rent, and no more for you.

Life is a bitch that works for the government, it'll stand on your neck till you die.
What have we learned from this lesson on life? Stop thinking, and go buy something else.

I use videogames as if it is a drug.

((Kratos ripping the head off of Helios, the sun god))

When i say that, i do not mean it as i play them too much. You can never play them to much. I mean i play them, for the same reason some people use drugs. To escape real life, and to feel good. I realized this today, where i went insane after cleaning my ps2 and my god of war games, and they still didnt work. I was and still am upset. I wanted to play THOSE. I got mad and i was forced to think about life, which i despise doing. I realized that whenever i feel like im about to be depressed, instead of facing the problem and thinking about it, or talking to someone, i turn on my ps2, and get to it. This ps2 wont play my god of wars, and i do not have a ps3. I am refusing to go to prom, because i want a ps3 instead. Plus i do not like my school but still. Prom cost as much as a ps3, i rather get that. Am i wrong? Do i have a problem? I use a video game to make me not think about my problems to the last minute. It sounds like a problem, but it doesnt to some point. I need help with this. This is one thing, i cant use my silver tongue to get out of.