Not sure what exactly triggered it but anxiety of life has brought me to the tallest building and I'm looking down teetering on jumping. Annoyance after annoyance bullshit after bullshit. I don't want to listen to the drones anymore. I don't fucking care I just want it quiet and easy and free. I want to trash all this pointless crap take the babies and go live in a tree. Well perhaps it's just the idea of it and the theory is brilliant but to follow through. .. it falls apart. I'm falling apart. What am I doing? I don't know anymore. I wish for something. I want for something. Will it be? What the fuck is my destiny? This has to change. Please, you know what I want...but is that what I want...sigh more than anything.
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