Prickle-Prickle, day 57 of Confusion, YOLD: 3166 (Future)::
so this is what it's like
to be alive
. another early morning typing up some more useless drivel
in the vain attempt that someone will actually care
to read, to have an insight
into my life. another day unemployed
another day wishing
that i didn't have to borrow bus fare
from my girlfriend
, the one person on this dirtball
that i'd be even less
without. at least it's the weekend, i don't have to deal with the useless instructor
s at my school.
maybe if i rob a bank
. or if i could just finish something
, i always lose my faith in the middle of creating. this is weird, everyone says that i whine and complain and that it's all about self-esteem
but i don't feel that way. i just feel lost.
i don't mean to be this way. is it my fault that i can't stop thinking
? that i can't sleep
so here i am. where are you? do you care about me? probably not
.this will more than likely be downvoted. i don't care.