How many times do I need to go over the thoughts of how impossible it’s to work, but how good it’s, or how I just want to be free, or how I’m not ready to let go.
The thought of a future in this it’s horrendous, but the thought of no future at all brings an unbearable emptiness.
It is just annoying how I’m strong but at the same time I’m crashing inside, I don’t know if I’m happy you got what you wanted, or if I’m just miserable because someone is in my place, but I don’t think I would bear to be in that place again, so what’s the point of so many thoughts and feelings about something you don’t even see yourself in anymore?!
How you look and hold me unable the true thoughts to come out, I can’t say what a joke or how ridiculous I think you are, or how stupid it is for a man to live like a kid, or how sorry I’m for your ideas of a life, but unfortunately you don’t see that because you want to be the hip you couldn't be ten years ago.
You were something to admire, and now you've become something to be disgusted by.
Suddenly I feel free!
