Tuesday, 4 December 2018

tootime

Pack your bags You don't really own bags so pack your shit in somebody else's bags and return them after you move. What about the next move? Well it's yours so i don't really give a shit now. I did my part and i'm on my fucking way. The safety net's gone kid, you gotta make it on your own now. And all i want to do is sit in my own room at home and stare at Johnny Rotten on the wall and feel bored. I miss being bored. And i miss that one summer when we were free and stupid and in the midst of everything, we were happy. Board the train you coward. You know you'll be just fine. It's just another thing you'll get through and get used to. And it could be fun? It'll be fun dude. I know that i'm supposed to feel excited but jesus it's just hard ya know. There's still chance for me to fuck it all up, never underestimate my ability to fuck shit up. No one's doing that though. Feel's like you're counting on it. And from the bottom of my heart i'd like to say "sorry to disappoint" but i can't say that, not just yet anyway. Tomorrow will be better i promise. And it's a fucking rip off. Walk out though. Walk out and don't look back, i swear to god i wouldn't think twice doing it either. Even though i act like i would, even though i say i would. I lied. I mean, i had to? Because it was easier to do so? What am i even doing anymore. Trying to save my ass i guess. Not the right way? Still the only way i know how. And that's alright for now. And i know it's not, but this is a conscious decision i made. Because i don't have time for this. I don't have time at all. Wish i never did. Might as well pack my bags and leave early.

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