Firework

Do you ever like a plastic bag?

True enough, it seems like a stupid question but my answer is, yes?

Several reasons:
-I have no energy
-I have no willpower
-I have no time to simply do nothing
-Waiting for certain people seems like a thousand years
-I miss home. Surprise.
-It's getting complicated.
-I just wanna stare into space and not do anything
-Cryyyyyyyy.

Anyway the cracks are surfacing. I just realized the mindfuckery I'm doing/state of confusion I'm causing, the hell. Am I the bad person here?