I don’t get it…
We don’t even get a choice whether we want to be born onto this rock in space, yet when we are we have to spend all our fucking time trying to get money to be able to live a life we didn’t even choose.
part of me wants to be seven and careless.
part of me wants to be back in your bed.
part of me wants to be forty and settled.
part of me wants to be dead.
a moment of silence for all my wasted potential