Something I can't hear.
At home again. Can't stand it. Everyday there is another reason just to end it. Then I push through. Make it through today. Anywhere is better than here. I want to get a job so bad. To get out of here. This is fucking bullshit.
I've lost it. Everything. Why fucking bother. Can't make anything. Can't reason. I've made it into the dull future I had for myself. The present used to be too vast and too beautiful. I had to get to this point. Nothingness. fuck it.