I Am Not A Good Writer Still I Like To Write My Thoughts
Sometimes, I wish I owned an oven. I wish this so I could turn the gas on and shut all the doors and windows.
Other days, I want to eat yellow paint like Van Gogh. So I could feel happy on the inside.
I feel so empty, I feel so miserable.
I dont know why my shrink tells me Im doing better in life. Just because I've hidden my monsters, doesnt mean that they arent getting stronger each day.
They're ready for the battle. And Im ready to lose.
I think I'll buy yellow paint and an oven from my first paycheck. Hopefully, I wont have to use either.
Other days, I want to eat yellow paint like Van Gogh. So I could feel happy on the inside.
I feel so empty, I feel so miserable.
I dont know why my shrink tells me Im doing better in life. Just because I've hidden my monsters, doesnt mean that they arent getting stronger each day.
They're ready for the battle. And Im ready to lose.
I think I'll buy yellow paint and an oven from my first paycheck. Hopefully, I wont have to use either.
