Its a lot of thoughts,
Running through this head,
At a bad time.
I feel like i just wanna rot,
And lay on my bed,
And create some rhyme.
I don't know why,
But its so easy to cry,
And i don't even need to try.
I just need an assurance,
But i won't do so,
I will just have patience.
Initiative?
I wonder.
Sometimes i just need a little initiative,
To make know that feeling is real.
I'll stop this pessimistic thingy,
Soon as possible.
hate me?
i know you hate this shit out of me.
oh god.
why.
bye.
