I see it all so clearly now. Everyone else has got their ever-so-precious life and I... what do I have... I have my dumb computer, dumb yoyos, dumb self, dumb games, dumb escapism, DUMB blog, a lot of dumb useless crap. I pour copious amounts of time into all that. It's sickening. REALLY SICKENING. And it isn't helping anything or anyone.
I long for someone to come along and save me. (preferably a girl)
But nobody has found it sensible to give me their care... because I'm not an investment worth investing in.
It's like
Knock, knock.
who's there?
Not a sense of purpose.
Not a sense of purpose who?
...
My life is a joke and I wish I knew the punchline.
.....
I should end this by saying that I think I saw a small semblance of hope a few days ago. I don't know. But that's what's keeping me alive for now. Emover and out.
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