wistful
I'm just sittin' here watchin' the wheels go 'round and 'round....No, I'm not, actually. I'm sitting here, waiting for that elusive conversation which will not come.
The day has passed, and here I am, still mourning it. My chest hurts, but I care not, for I'd rather force myself to stay awake for some form of human interaction. I am a sick man...
I should be reading. This text has become sparse, but the meaning is riper and more with it. I was never any good at 'balanced' prose. I used to be better at writing, when I did more of it. As is, I've become a hack once more, content to let out whatever diarrhea of an entry my ass will vomit for your consumption.
It's all about YOU.
The day has passed, and here I am, still mourning it. My chest hurts, but I care not, for I'd rather force myself to stay awake for some form of human interaction. I am a sick man...
I should be reading. This text has become sparse, but the meaning is riper and more with it. I was never any good at 'balanced' prose. I used to be better at writing, when I did more of it. As is, I've become a hack once more, content to let out whatever diarrhea of an entry my ass will vomit for your consumption.
It's all about YOU.