WTF?
So sure, right? I've been out gallivanting around the city of Albuquerque with kids working at Starbucks, and learning that I'm totally lovable on a very superficial level. I'm funny as fuck, right? Real talk? I can't keep that shit up all the time. Sometimes I really do just want to talk to someone about my heart exploding in my chest at all times.
'Hey you! I hurt!'- me
*pokes with stick* 'Keep being funny!'- everyone on the fucking planet.
I suppose it's my fault really. I try so hard to be charming and carefree, when in all reality, I really do have a death wish. Unless employed, my mother thinks I'm useless as fuck. Unless with car, I'm never getting laid. Unless listening quietly, my company isn't worth much in general. I get tired of dragging my feet in hopes that I can get somewhere, when I'm so tired of waking up alone and still tired. Yeah, Kuna leaving fucked me up, but this is so much more than that. This is me letting myself drown because there's nothing left here. I'm so useless.
'Hey you! I hurt!'- me
*pokes with stick* 'Keep being funny!'- everyone on the fucking planet.
I suppose it's my fault really. I try so hard to be charming and carefree, when in all reality, I really do have a death wish. Unless employed, my mother thinks I'm useless as fuck. Unless with car, I'm never getting laid. Unless listening quietly, my company isn't worth much in general. I get tired of dragging my feet in hopes that I can get somewhere, when I'm so tired of waking up alone and still tired. Yeah, Kuna leaving fucked me up, but this is so much more than that. This is me letting myself drown because there's nothing left here. I'm so useless.