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 instructors 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.


here.
wherever.

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.