Here I go again;
Yearning for a life I don't have,
A life I doubt I'd even enjoy.
A life where I have countless friends-
Some of whom may not even like me.
But who cares?
A life with just numbers.
Money,
Friends,
Lovers, no not lovers.
Socializing-
A concept lost to me.
Where I can go to a draining party,
To lead into a draining day,
To never feel full.
A life where I talk on the phone.
Where the knots in my stomach never disappear-
I will talk on the phone.
A life without patience.
A life without reflection.
A life without thought.
Why do I yearn for misery?
Am I already miserable?
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