What am i working for? A future that i am uncertain about? It's in the hands of something bigger than me. I'd rather just sleep, and wait. Or write in a field. Or stand at a concert. I do not see how sitting at these fucking desks is going to mold me into a better person. I've never been mold-able (bahhh, inventing words). Whatevzzz. I just want to read what I want to read. Which is sometimes what they want me to read, but I want to read it on my own time, and interpret it with my own mind, and not overanalyze each line, missing the bigger picture. Im rhyming. I'm really going to bed now, promise.
Flowers / Regina Spektor
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