under the upper hand

and i’m getting more tired and more stressed and more numb.

i know i’m like a machine, but i still have dreams..

“she said she’s gotta get so far gone, oh so far gone, and she don’t even care how far.”

there’s so much to say, i just don’t know how to say it all.

stop asking me what i’m doing, where i’m going. i’m not sure, and if i was, it’s not what you’d like to hear.

i do what i do because i do it, it means something to me.

lately my biggest dreams are making me unhappy, what if i never get there?

why do i question and analyze every little feeling i think i have?

just keep on keeping on.

i need to live alone, i can’t speak to anyone in this house anymore.

i just don’t know where home is.

lately i feel like life purposely finds 10 thousand ways to screw me over and stress me out. it’s just that when one thing bothers you, everything bothers you.