They Said.

The back and forth in your head.

Still Feel As Shit As Ever. With no direction or meaning. No motivation. To lazy. Get bored. To easy. No Good. To Hard. That’s what I want. No its not. I need someone. I want to be alone. I love them so much. I can’t stand then. I want to stay in the country, no the forest, a city?. I love him. No her. I don’t cut. It’s not deep enough. I’m staying sober. Love being drunk. I want to be a postman. No an astronaut. I feel the rush. I can’t remember how this should feel. They said this would get better, They Said They Would Help.