i hate being comfortable being this awake at this time of night, energized and exhausted at the same time, happy to have found something that, at least temporarily, seems to have filled some need in me, but tired of so many things, of the games of tired old white men in tired, old white houses and the games of drunk white women so young in body, I'd love to make them all just stop for a moment and allow me time to stroll about them at my leisure, examining them before time resumed so that I could at least be more functional around them.
I won't try to understand anymore; I never will, and I don't care that much anyway. The world and everyone in it is just too big for me to even give a fuck about right now; I just need to cut the bullshit and get down to what works (or doesn't).
I'm sick of chasing, sick of seeking, and sick of fucking wanting.
I won't try to understand anymore; I never will, and I don't care that much anyway. The world and everyone in it is just too big for me to even give a fuck about right now; I just need to cut the bullshit and get down to what works (or doesn't).
I'm sick of chasing, sick of seeking, and sick of fucking wanting.