All I want when i’m acting normal is to throw a fit.
All I want when i’m alone is someone watching it.
Comments on how awesome I look and how easy life is.
Likes turn into accomplishments.
The second death don’t exist.
You won’t mind when the last utterance of your name brings bliss.
You live your own history.
Relive.
No.
It’s a one time gift.
I wish.
I didn’t feel like stopping by the tracks just to get a fade with the flat top.
Maybe then I’d fit in.
I will.
Continue to live.
Survival hasn’t been enough for some time now.
So I call myself a creative.
But this.
Isn’t.
Shit.
I’m at my wits.
End.
About the Creator
Andrew Wallace
@andrewnotlogan for Instagram and Twitter.
I’m hoping to profit from my existential dread. Maybe if I write something ~you~ find worth while my life will somehow transcend my mortal body and I’ll live on forever... but probably not.
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