lack of direction,
There are days when the world is just overwhelmingly hostile.
These are the days
I just want to flip a switch.
I want to pretend I'm not responsible.
I want to pretend I'm not involved.
The absence of thought is the ideal
but ideals are unreachable by definition.
I was supposed to mature.
I was supposed to outgrow this.
How much longer
do I have to endure this?