I lust for the boring consistency of brewing coffee at 7 AM on a Monday I crave 2 hour commutes home on rainy Friday evenings And simple Sundays of shameless indulgence And football I don't even like football But I want to watch it all Sunday long I want the life I swore away with tattoos and one bedroom apartments for the past two years I want a life so painfully secure my obituary states "boredom" as my primary cause of death
((Because I am so ******* sick of feeling homesick in my own home and I am so ******* sick of working holidays at a job I don't believe in and I am so ******* sick of boys who belong in gutters and heartless girls with heart tattoos Get me out of here))