What is life?
Do you ever stop and think?
Your a living, walking physical thing in existence.
I dont know how to function often
What the fuck is life.
Going with the motions, constantly going with the motions.
Pacing back and forth
Wondering what my next move is
Which is always….pacing back and forth.
My spare time revolves around walking aimlessly in my kitchen.
I dont know why.
My theory could be..
Because growing up food was a big deal.
Which has made me absolutely hate cooking.
But i love it at the same time ?
I loath a lot
Like a lot, a lot.
I’m starting to find myself but at the same time give no fucks.
I make no sense ever
Including now
No one understands me.
but I know everyone does at the same time
Were all a little crazy, a little off.
Were all a lot off.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be easier if we were all uniformed robots
Vs. Figuring out life on our own
(If your married or have some sort of spouse. Your still an individual person who makes there own thoughts and choices)
I’ve been going through it…
Making my own choices
I rather not though
I need someone to think for me
Tell me what to do
I need order
Because I’m a mess
A crazy no good for nothing mess of a person
But I’m guilty cause I’m not a mess
But feel guilty cause I feel a mess
I dont know what else to say
Besides I make no sense and this is going no where.
Have a nice day 😉
Apparently Unaffected 