1/11/22
Will I ever be satisfied?
Or will I just eventually give up and stop caring? I don’t think I care much right now but I still expect so much. I don’t want to want things. I’m tired of wanting things. And if I let the world know I want things then they’ll get taken away. So I keep things to myself and silently pray that things work out in my favor. I don’t try. I don’t move from this bed. But I want the world. I want the world to come to me. I expect my intentions to be known. My light to be blinding and obvious. Foolish. Stupid behavior.
























