I dunno its late.
I don't know what to do and I should care more than I do that I don't know what to do or what I'm doing and yet I continue to do it anyway.
I'm not blind or deaf or dumb or whatever you think I am. I'm nothing you think I am. I'm everything and I'm nothing.
I am happy. But I am not content. Not satisfied. Definitely not satisfied.
What can I look forward to? I am on the edge of same. I am cutting through normalcy with a knife and sitting in the middle of it. Average. Boring. Same.
Unoriginal and not unique.
Not even classic.
But ya know what? I'm not fooling anybody.
ooooooor I'm fooling everybody and inside I'm a shining star! A gem! A victory!
fear is an institution of control. I dunno. I'm afraid of a lot of stuff.
For some reason I'm really afraid of being boring.