pda

200 pages left, no concept, fell over every day in a row since thursday, made to feel like i make no effort, can't be bothered right now, inappropriate dreams, debt, stop being around or maybe start.



You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into
That is all that you can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner, and everything we've come to makes you you

But you cannot safely say that while I will be away, you will not consider sadly
How you helped me to stray
And you will not reach me I am resenting a position that's past resentment and now
I can't consider, and now there is this distance, so...