wishy-washy
oh, how ironic my life is.
and the (best?)worst part is that i don't even care.
hey it's apathy, my old friend. hello again.
maybe i'm just being overdramatic. overanalyzing.
when i open my mouth stupid things spill out.
and not funny-stupid. just stupid-stupid.
i feel like i'm walking down a long, dark, boring corridor with a light at the end. but i never ever reach it. and i don't really care. there's just nothing else to do but walk towards it.
i think too much.
and the (best?)worst part is that i don't even care.
hey it's apathy, my old friend. hello again.
maybe i'm just being overdramatic. overanalyzing.
when i open my mouth stupid things spill out.
and not funny-stupid. just stupid-stupid.
i feel like i'm walking down a long, dark, boring corridor with a light at the end. but i never ever reach it. and i don't really care. there's just nothing else to do but walk towards it.
i think too much.