Only the lowest of lows and highest of highs can spark a creativity in me worth acting upon.
I've been feeling lost for the most part. Last week was nice, that one day I went to visit back home, but now I'm actually back home. It's horrible. Work consumes my night and sleep blacks out my days, there's really no time for anything else. What's the point? Money? I could care less for it now.
I want something... no, I need something. I need something consistent, someone, I NEED. I'm just like everyone else, yet no one else is in need of me.
All I do is whine anyway, who wants that?
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