Endless

There are times I drag my feet when I walk along the sidewalk while looking up at the sky.
There are times I can’t feel myself breathing.
There are times my mind is blank.
There are times I slot the key in and I just freeze outside the door.

There are times I don’t want to go home.

Walking and walking. Trudging.

In my mind, I saw a car swerving in to hit me whenever I had a little road to cross.
Then I wished I had another 40.0 fever, wished my head exploded.

There are times I don’t see any sense in things.

What good is a home if there’s nobody to go back to? It’s merely a house with pieces of junk inside.

I come home most of the time eager to rush into my room and switch on the computer.

But this time, I just felt… disconnected from everything.

What good is a home if the one person you wanna come home to doesn’t want you home?

What good.. is it..
What good.. am I..?

Yayayaya, I know I’m needy and I’m like a flower who wants to be constantly watered. So what~

I don’t show it, but it doesn’t mean it’s not there..

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure..

wtf am I on about
i have a complex complex