I can't decipher what the problem is.
Whether it is this heat wave. Whether it is this schedule of life.
Whatever the problem is, it's getting to me.
I've been sitting on my dining table for nearly six hours and I've gotten nothing done.
I can't seem to focus and my mind is on a slump.
I have been lulling around like life is a joke.
But you know what? Maybe it is a joke.
I'm sitting here thinking, what's the point? What is the honest point of this?
All this studying, homework, tests, writing essays on things I don't give two fucks about. What is the mother fucking point of doing things you don't find purpose in? What is the mother fucking point of doing things you don't give a shit about?
If it were all up to me, I'd say, fuck it.
Why can't we all live rather than simply get by?
How many times, how loud do I have to scream it?
I want to live. I don't want to simply get by, I want to live.
I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live, I want to live!
I don't want to get by anymore. I'd rather die than get by like this.
I want to live.
Out of the norm.
Somebody please just get me out of here.
