I need stimulation, some fake sense of purpose. Listlessness permeates the walls around me, while I while away countless hours doing productive nothingness. I don’t care what it is, fuck I don’t even care if it’s horrible, gut wrenching, painful heartbreak. At least I’d care, at least I’d feel something… right?
A song of opposites
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victorioushandofgod said:
sounds like you’re feeling something as it is. Change your eyes or change the scene: usually seems to be the only options. That or sleep.
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About A song of opposites
Mica, 18, England, Birmingham.
Me rambling about things (mainly personal things but it can include commentary on Psychology, Philosophy, Literature, Law, Deadpool, Disney, anime and a whole bunch of other miscellaneous shit)
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Love is all, bro.
Me rambling about things (mainly personal things but it can include commentary on Psychology, Philosophy, Literature, Law, Deadpool, Disney, anime and a whole bunch of other miscellaneous shit)
Read around a bit before you follow.
Love is all, bro.
