Seeking attention from all the wrong people in all the wrong places in all the wrong way at all the wrong times.
Feels like everything is coming to a head. And mine doesn't function to get me out of this mess. Feeling worthless and being told as much makes the days long and the nights longer. No rest for the wicked (witch of the west).
Anticipating fall(ing). Everything will be better when the leaves change. Winds changing, sending everything into a new direction. Hopefully my life will take hold and float into a different airstream.
You used my line, the one I wrote a week ago, but I'm not going to let it stop me, seeing as you'd never know. Undermedicated and underwhelmed.
I'm not looking for a chemical euphoria. Just one that's real. One that lasts past the fading bass line and the lights going up. One I can feel forever.
Fighting back blue tears as the lights change from green to red. I prefer red. Everything stops rushing around me when it's red. Maybe if I had something to rush to, I'd like green better.
I don't like to blend into the crowd. Apparantly, I don't.
Sometimes I wish I could be happy with normalcy.
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