clockworkjim

The tired, passionless rage at your own impotence.

I see what I have become, and I dislike it.

Yet what I have become doesnt really care as long as he is comfortable.

I have no taste for the effort it will take to change. I prefer things to be sudden and drastic.

Then again, I havent really changed since HS. I am still the same. There is just so much less of me now. I had so much more energy and potential. I still remembered things I have long forgotten. What happened to all that? Yet I somehow still function that my future is far ahead of me and I have time to just dick around and waste away. I still think i have the energy and potential. But I feel it gone.

I dont know, I dont know anything about myself. I cant think straight, All I do is think. I never get anything done. I dont want to do anything. I want everything given to me. I dont know what I am. I dont know anything anymore.

thats it, my focus is gone, I cant write anything anymore. Why cant is just come to me? Why cant I write or create something of meaning?

The tired passionless rage at your own impotence.