Other people's lives are more interesting than mine
I don't know how to explain myself half the time. My life is boring. Wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't confined to the house, full of metal and braces. But, alas, here I am. Playing the Sims 4 and living vicariously through the lives of electronic people.
Maybe it's not that sad.
Maybe I will still have friends when this is all over.
I know I'll still have friends, just depends on who exactly I guess.
I try not to overthink.
People come over and I feel so alone still, living through their experiences.
I go to work through the body of a friend, her complaints are mine.
What I wouldn't give for one day at my old shitty job.
Other people's lives are more interesting cuz they ain't mine.
I listen and overreact to Modest Mouse.
Maybe their lyrics really mean something.
If I had a nickel for every damn dime I'd have half the time.
Maybe I'm depressed.
Wouldn't surprise me.
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