Maybe it's just too late at night.
sigh...
There aren't enough hours in the week.
I'm too out of it. It's too late.
I'm too upset. I'm too frustrated. I'm too mad. I'm too bored. I'm too unmotivated. I'm too little too late.
I'm too confident online. I'm not off. I'm frustrated and bored. I'm stressed. I'm uncomfortable. I'm too relaxed.
Maybe I should do something with what's left of my life.
What is left of my life? Something? Nothing? Everything?
Who's in charge here?
I'm still in charge. It's still my show.
I'm under a boat. I'm trying to get out. I'm swimming down then swimming back up.
I'm nine years old on the turkey river. The river is my freedom and the boat is my ambition. Maybe I'll fall. Will I fall? I'll drown. I'll drown and fall apart. I'll pass out.
It's alright now, you can blame it on me.
Maybe I stay up too late. Maybe I'm up too early. Maybe I just need some time off. Maybe it's too late. Maybe I'm too late. Maybe the world is just a bit too early. Maybe I'm screwed.
I'd be better off without you.
Maybe I need someone.
God, I need someone.
Reassure me and care for me. Relate to me. I'm pathetic. Be pathetic with me. For God's sake, don't take the initiative. For God's sake, don't lie to yourself, Don't take anything for yourself. Don't be who you are to me. Don't kill me. I've been killed. The last thing I want is to die.
Maybe I'm dead already.
Suddenly, 12:41AM on a thursday morning sounds a lot less comforting than ever.
Do I always fall apart late at night?