Feelings. Emotions. Too much in head.
Uneasiness. Queasiness. Simple boredom? Maybe. I think not.
Same old routine. Meet a new person. Get too attached. World does NOT revolve around ANY single person. Reminders to no effect. The heart wants what the heart wants. The mind thinks what the mind thinks. Obsession. Infatuation. Every action. Commanded by him. Always, at the back of my mind.
Shiny new object of affection. Unexplored, untouched. Boundless possibilities.
Time. Boredom. Nonchalance. Indifference. Too much effort for sustenance. Who gives a shit anymore? Unrequited love. Sour grapes. Commitment issues. Phobia. Of the future. Of the present. Of the fucking past.
Tapped personalities. Untapped personalities. Remaining untapped because I couldn’t care less. Fading away.
Pain. Hurt. Anguish. Don’t want this. Can’t help it. Wish I could.
Boredom.
Void. Filling? Substances. Contraband. Can’t get out. Of my head. Of this place. Stuck inside, knocking against the edges. Hurting. Need to take mind off. Sufficient distraction. Seemingly impossible. Contraband. Contraband. Revert to contraband. Houston, we have a problem.
Emergency. Trouble. Parents. Fuck it. High. Happy. Sway. Live. Peace.
Contented. After all this time.
Finally.
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