Dear You
Do not know what makes me function. A little bit of everything around me I guess.But i wait all day for it to end. to be alone so i can not function.To be free from being Human. This feel of being in drill for a life drains me. I feel wasted. However i don't feel lost. I feel wasted enough to be up the next day to pour some activity down my throat. I am not unhappy, just dissatisfied. This urgent need to function is exhausting. I need to understand the sense that makes me function. Feed it or just suffocate it. . .
Do not know what makes me function. A little bit of everything around me I guess.But i wait all day for it to end. to be alone so i can not function.To be free from being Human. This feel of being in drill for a life drains me. I feel wasted. However i don't feel lost. I feel wasted enough to be up the next day to pour some activity down my throat. I am not unhappy, just dissatisfied. This urgent need to function is exhausting. I need to understand the sense that makes me function. Feed it or just suffocate it. . .
Love Me
06.02.15
06.02.15
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