Past my prime in just about everything.
Wishing my life away, unrealistically.
Trapped in a prison coming from within.
Money allows one to not bother with exercise or real food.
Lack of family close by makes one wish their parents were there, for once.
Lack of care for self leads one to fail at things they enjoy.
My bedroom is my prison, not my sanctuary.
I can make it financially through uni, but mentally and emotionally? I'm not so sure...
Boredom has become freedom; what of it?
Need this out of my head, or sorted, one or the other...
I need to get someone outta my head and heart. I've been trying to by trying to have relationships with others, by moving away, by trying to be myself.
Who am I even?
Positively? Nothing.
Nyah, nyarrh, nyaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
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