Graduation into what?
My brain has turned to mush.
I live day to day, week to week, barely thinking.
Not the way I used to.
And yet exactly the way I used to.
The words simmer under a surface, yet struggle to get out.
In the end
I just feel stupid
Maybe I'm just lazy, because I have to practice in order to communicate
And if I am just lazy, then I have become someone I hate.
Always asking what can I do to get by
Never reading the newspaper
Always wanting to look a certain way
Never having enough things
I do not want to be a product of this America, yet I can feel its claws sinking into my skin.
Is it possible to live in such a way that I don't care what other people think of me? If you know how, please tell me.
I want to write more. Not just on this silly thing, but really write. What is it that I have to offer to this world?
I think I've completely forgotten.
I want my life to feel magical.