i think i landed.
life's been so dull.
im running out of things to say to anyone.
im getting fatter and fatter
so many things seem so high up on the sky
as if it is unreachable
shall i shoot the moon or just go with the flow that i usually do?
things arent the way they were before
i'm no go-getter
would i be able do change for the better?
c'mon, i'm already working.
blah.
it's not like i'm so happy with my job.
neither am i happy with anything else
being the opposite of materialistic is boring and bore-inducing
hope i can make someone (i wish there's a specific one) happy to make myself happy.
crap. symptoms of the imaginary beau.
keep out. it's boring.
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