You go to sleep nostalgic, you wake up nostalgic.
That glass shattered on my face and on my fingers two days ago and I didn't even respond to it. I really did try to care but naturally, I just got up, brushed it off, and left. I'm tired of not giving a fuck when I should. I'm already tired of being clean. I'm tired of being tired.
My life lately is just like my voice, scratchy and monotoned. Everything that comes out of my mouth starts with an "I". Adjustment seems necessary, but shit, I just don't care. Apathy gets you nowhere, which is why I'm still fucking here saying, "Fuck it" to every question asked. I really am selfish, but who the fuck else isn't anyways?
I miss you so much; just come the fuck back home already. Not. To be honest I wanna go to you and just stay in New York so we could just fuck around and be dumbasses together. Not.
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