Recently had another birthday and yet again, feeling too sunk in stupidity to do anything. Falling back into old feelings I thought had been left in college.
I am grown up.
I want to write for a living but my emotional block stops me from getting thoughts down on paper.
There is nothing.
I keep walking up to the medicine cabinet and wishing I had the nerve to carry on with it.
Don't want to face another night, when tomorrow will be just the same.
I am nothing.
I do nothing. I want to find a job but find myself feeling to stupid, because of the idiot I've made of myself in previous jobs.
Just nothing worthwhile.
And everything just gets worse...
I am grown up.
I want to write for a living but my emotional block stops me from getting thoughts down on paper.
There is nothing.
I keep walking up to the medicine cabinet and wishing I had the nerve to carry on with it.
Don't want to face another night, when tomorrow will be just the same.
I am nothing.
I do nothing. I want to find a job but find myself feeling to stupid, because of the idiot I've made of myself in previous jobs.
Just nothing worthwhile.
And everything just gets worse...