A problem, but no real answer.
Once there was a girl who knew the words to spout when struck by something. Simplicity was enough, but her fascination with it made her complex. Now she is a junkie. Life has either slowed down to a near comatose state or she has become numb. Interest, love, and curiosity for the world remain. Perhaps the problem is that world no longer holds those things for her. Time is up. The lights have turned off and everyone has gone home. Goodnight forlorn girl. Good luck with the rest of your life. Don't keep in touch. We are not as interested as you'd hoped.
I want to be appealing again. I want change. This is how average lifestyles are created. Sacrificing personality for comfort. I'm tired of it. The world should be electric again. I want to feel something positive in an extreme way. Doing anything one can to float above the surface of a negative situation is pathetic. Life is marked by peaks and valleys. I don't want to flat-line.
I want to be appealing again. I want change. This is how average lifestyles are created. Sacrificing personality for comfort. I'm tired of it. The world should be electric again. I want to feel something positive in an extreme way. Doing anything one can to float above the surface of a negative situation is pathetic. Life is marked by peaks and valleys. I don't want to flat-line.