nuked apple.
"what are you doing?" "starring at the wall." "why?" "because it is content and i'm not."
i'm tired. what i want right this moment, is a lie. i'm fine, i swear i am...but am i? i think the only real thought i had today was while watching the trees pass by the side of the road. i wondered: "am i going crazy?" i feel like my feet can't reach. i've swam too far and the tide has me now. for anyone who still doesn't know what i mean, imagine being stuck inside a room. you know it, every inch. one day a door opens to a new room...a shiny room. you walk inside and the door closes behind you. i like shiny things. i need a job.