If I can't do anything then what's the point.
I don't understand why I can't just give up now.
I don't want to be here.
But I don't really not want to be here.
But I just feel so done.
Can't I sit here alone and never be bothered again.
Although it's not what I say,
I know what I want.
I want to enjoy this good life I have.
Get good grades and good times with friends.
I already do so why can't I just follow suit.
But instead I feel like I don't have a clue.
I'm trying to think back to where things went wrong.
But it's like looking across a dessert in hope of finding the sea.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
If I can't do anything then what's the point.
I don't understand why I can't just give up now.
I don't want to be here.
But I don't really not want to be here.
But I just feel so done.
Can't I sit here alone and never be bothered again.
Although it's not what I say,
I know what I want.
I want to enjoy this good life I have.
Get good grades and good times with friends.
I already do so why can't I just follow suit.
But instead I feel like I don't have a clue.
I'm trying to think back to where things went wrong.
But it's like looking across a dessert in hope of finding the sea.
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