The weather is nice, fuck you. (I quit, I know now)

[zeprot]

I didn't get to enjoy today and it went on with out me and I went on without it. Someday I'll look back at this and sigh, and turn around and start walking again. Even now I can feel my ideas slipping along with my hopes for my ideal future. Quit whinning about your self fufilling sadness and quit living off it. These words are worth a fucking penny but my thoughts aren't for sale.

(sloppy metaphors, obvious title-content relationship, and emoish phrases for the lose, but hey, I can't be fucking Thom Yorke all the time)