I don't want to live in this world
Fortyfive minutes of volleyball are terribly depressing, and then the rest is alright. And that bothers me.
If I stole somebody else's way to fly up...
I'm sick of fighting and being who I am. I'm tired of working and working for an eventual payoff in years. I'm tired of failing. I hate exhausting myself. I don't want to go along with anything. I don't want goals. I don't want to take any responsibilities or huge projects. I just want to drift a w a y i n t o n o t h i n g n e s s
This summer could be an improvement on last. Maybe.