I don't know what to do...
...with myself. Here I am, sitting here, doing nothing. I've done my socializing for the day, and it's left me dry. I hold so tightly to this world and I can never let go... such an empty embrace that longs for cold and for heat. It's probably too late for me... whatever damage I did to myself can't be undone. Hollow perseverence... I couldn't possibly care less about harm coming to me, but of course I'm still cautious as hell because I still fear what I don't care about.
so much dust in my mouth... it's just as well I'm not looking hard for a relationship, there's no way anyone would ever stick around for someone like this.
oh well... I guess I'll just bumble around forever having conversations and feeling good for dream-intoxicated moments.
god. what the hell did I do to myself? just fucking hopeless, that's what it is.
so much dust in my mouth... it's just as well I'm not looking hard for a relationship, there's no way anyone would ever stick around for someone like this.
oh well... I guess I'll just bumble around forever having conversations and feeling good for dream-intoxicated moments.
god. what the hell did I do to myself? just fucking hopeless, that's what it is.