Must I constantly listen to friends fall in love and feel nothing? where have my emotions gone? where have my signature characteristics escaped to? It makes little to no sense, I'm sick of writing about bullshit. about him or him or him, Is all I will ever know MEN? must I constantly question why & why & why? Why must I, constantly question? Maybe I'm numb because I've lost purpose. But, I thought I'd found it, Even though, it is, slightly, less. This is the least I've written in a long while, I find myself mocking others, trying to rediscover, my style. I thought I had one, one, I thought I had a lot. It's dwindling. It all fades eventually. My heart takes it hardest, hardly pumping. I often forget what I'm doing, when it's being done. A zombie while minutes pass, my appendages taking me from A to B, but my mind's abandoned me. I'm easily annoyed, easily bored, I'm boring, I can hardly contribute to conversation, even if I have an evident opinion. Then, I'll rant, & weird out the rest, I'm critical, to everyone & my surroundings, to myself. I hardly believe much of what most people tell me. I'm rambling, I feel like I could be dying, my ambition is hardly helping.
Stop fuckin laughing. I don't find it funny, anymore.
I'm,
still crazy.
or, At least that's what the voices tell me.
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