With my feet in the air and my head on the ground
I've realized that I'm still a mess, but this time around I'm not so happy and the struggle is beautiful in an ironic way. I feel like escaping--but where would I go? I feel like Carrie Bradshaw in the country. She didn't belong there, and she burnt her leg. It was a hot mess. I'm having trouble sleeping. I think I've lost ten pounds. I'm not panicky anymore--I'm just a numb, heartless bastard. Why can't I stop making bad decisions? Why can't I make a concrete decision!?! I don't know what I want with anything. I know it sounds cliché, but I don't know who I am anymore.
...If I ever did.
Where is my mind.
...If I ever did.
Where is my mind.