I Was Lying (I'm A Liar)
I just remembered (don't know how I forgot): doing anything with anyone is too risky, leads to problems. I'm so much better off aloneby myself, it's laughable. Maybe it's just the momentum of the last three months (or [most likely] the last twenty [odd] years) that's so convincing in this respect, the comfort of things that seem ironically overdone, waiting and wanting for some change. Maybe nothing changes-- people or their situations, inclinations. And who would've thought that my habits could, and would effectively make these decisions for me (I'm too passive anyway).
Did I just now become visible? because it seems that shouldn't have taken so long. It seems my solidity should've been self-evident from the start but no one's reasonableresponsible for anything anymore. And it would've been easier to avoid inertia before, but now I can be seen and that's... well, that's a bit of a turn off.
Maybe I should lock the doors from the inside, or maybe just the windows.
Maybe I should move somewhere new, get another twenty years clear and then move again.
Maybe (probably) I should be happy about all this.
Maybe getting what you (think you) want is overrated.
I can't fucking say anything
for certain.
I can't fucking say anything.
Did I just now become visible? because it seems that shouldn't have taken so long. It seems my solidity should've been self-evident from the start but no one's reasonableresponsible for anything anymore. And it would've been easier to avoid inertia before, but now I can be seen and that's... well, that's a bit of a turn off.
Maybe I should lock the doors from the inside, or maybe just the windows.
Maybe I should move somewhere new, get another twenty years clear and then move again.
Maybe (probably) I should be happy about all this.
Maybe getting what you (think you) want is overrated.
I can't fucking say anything
for certain.
I can't fucking say anything.