Gonna start something new this weekend
should possibly start showing up
and they won’t stop until I run out of me
/yeah life right now is sorta strange
/yeah I wanna go to college,
/yeah I wanna intern with someone cool
/yeah I wanna travel to Chile and live off of 40 dollars a week,
/yeah I wanna meet cool people
/yeah I wanna be able to do and don’t know and intrigue interesting conversation
/yeah I wanna stop at little excuses
/yeah I wanna stop etc. etc.
Whenever my sister leaves I get very emotional, it’s as if for a while I can pretend I’m normal again, but then it goes right back to silent dinner tables and shuffling of noise early in the morning, and strained voices with empty smiles asking how my morning is—when is it gonna stop?
Can I just say, “Stop.” I’m pretty sure it takes more than an appeal—a request but whatever it takes I will try it because tired is an overused word to describe how I feel, I guess I’m kinda like the gel stuff that sticks on the wall for a few minutes but eventually comes off. I don’t really k n o w h o w I f e e l a b o u t a n y t h i n g a n y m o r e.
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