i don't know why i'm getting a job
i do feel bad for my mom, as she's growing old and this way of life is surely unsustainable
but she doesn't care about me past my physiological needs
she never has, so why should i care about her?
it all feels so sinister and mentally ill
my life is so broken, and i am barely keeping it together
the only person still in my life who bothers to listen is separated from me by a computer screen
what good then, is my life?
i only know to try and make the most of my potential, but look at how i waste it now, hammered beyond belief, not drinking to enjoy myself, but to keep myself oh so blissfully numb
what did i do to deserve this fate
dear god, are you even listening?
is there anything more to life than this?
