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I'm a false advertisement.
Sometimes I feel like a easter egg that's painted real pretty, and people crack me open and expect.. I don't know what they expect. But then they find out that there's nothing inside. And then I'm just there, cracked open and empty. And then I glue myself together again and again and again and again, but I'm tired and bored and this doesn't seem to have a different ending.
I'm not boring or interesting or anything in between. I'm not dumb or smart or pretty or ugly or sucessful or a failure. I'm not anything. I'm here, without actually being anything. Why am I here at all?
I'm not sure what he wants, and it seems like I've "got it all wrong", but what am I supposed to think when he won't say anything? How can anyone expect me to understand anything when they don't explain it? No offense, but I can't read minds. And I know he's just a boy, they all are, and I shouldn't worry about them, but if I don't, then what am I going to worry about? I feel like I should have SOMETHING, anything, on this world to hold on to, to stay alive for, to care about. People have purposes. They want a career. They want a family. They want to make a difference. My purpose is to have had hope in. I am a boring lump of nothing and everything at the same time. I can be molded into anything. I just need someone to care enough to want to mold me. I don't really care into what. I'll mold into anything, just to be actually seen as "possible for moldation" is my purpose.
He's hopeless, but so am I. I know this sounds absolutely crazy.. but I think someone like me needs someone like him. And vice versa?
Sometimes I feel like a easter egg that's painted real pretty, and people crack me open and expect.. I don't know what they expect. But then they find out that there's nothing inside. And then I'm just there, cracked open and empty. And then I glue myself together again and again and again and again, but I'm tired and bored and this doesn't seem to have a different ending.
I'm not boring or interesting or anything in between. I'm not dumb or smart or pretty or ugly or sucessful or a failure. I'm not anything. I'm here, without actually being anything. Why am I here at all?
I'm not sure what he wants, and it seems like I've "got it all wrong", but what am I supposed to think when he won't say anything? How can anyone expect me to understand anything when they don't explain it? No offense, but I can't read minds. And I know he's just a boy, they all are, and I shouldn't worry about them, but if I don't, then what am I going to worry about? I feel like I should have SOMETHING, anything, on this world to hold on to, to stay alive for, to care about. People have purposes. They want a career. They want a family. They want to make a difference. My purpose is to have had hope in. I am a boring lump of nothing and everything at the same time. I can be molded into anything. I just need someone to care enough to want to mold me. I don't really care into what. I'll mold into anything, just to be actually seen as "possible for moldation" is my purpose.
He's hopeless, but so am I. I know this sounds absolutely crazy.. but I think someone like me needs someone like him. And vice versa?