I don't wanna be here. Don't wanna stay here.

I have no appetite for work. Nothing seems like it's worth writing about. I sit and stare out the window and look at the clock and realize that real life is like high school, only without the hope that life will be better when you move out of your parents' house. It is, don't get me wrong. But you can't eat for free and you have to clean up your own messes.

There are roads that need driven down. And I am stuck at a red light.

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Words - S