Transitions. Transitions. Transitions. Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.


It's hard to get over the fact that I'm the only person stopping me from getting what I want. Why can't I overcome what's dragging me down? I keep waiting and waiting. Nothing's going to change, until I do. I'm so apathetic. I don't care. I just don't fucking care. But I want to care. I want to fucking care.


If I died, I contemplate who would even give a fuck. I wouldn't.