Fall 2012, I still feel the same.
The plot is repeating only the soundtrack has changed.
I don't think I'll ever know that change is constant but only gradually. But I hope that atleast by next year the routines that I'm stuck in will be my own.
I can't keep up sith all the weight stacking up on my shoulders.
I'm a dreamer losing sleep, I'm a misanthrope feeling disappointed.
I always look down on my shoes too long, I can never make up my mind.
I'm not good enough at lying to live my life in superlative,
most days are mediocre at best, and I'm not good enough at pretending to think I know what I want. I have no idea and it scares me to death.
I can't keep up with all the weight stacking up on my shoulders.
It's exhausting hitting new lows on a row, I'm calling in sick forever.