These days, I'm not sure.
Am I doing too much?
Or am I doing too little?
Am I doing the right thing?
Hey, there's a squirrel outside.
Am I too easily distracted?
Is that a new perfume she's wearing?..
I'm overthinking, aren't I?
Am I supposed to be emotional or insensitive?
Hey, I got a job.
That doesn't matter.
Hey, are you doing good today?
I hope you are.
Why am I bothering to worry about you?
Oh right, because once I stop, you're dead, and here I am stuck without anything to keep me sane.
Redbull is fun, mixing it with lemonade and cherry syrup is delicious.
Caffeine isn't your friend.
It helps me numb my emotions.
But it hurts once they start coming back.
Whoever is taking their time to read this, just know I tried, but I'm sick of watching people drive themselves off the cliff over and over, so in the end, I did try, but they never listed.
And here I am, worrying my ass off because I let myself believe emotions are indeed necessary.
Good.. day, evening, night, whatever.
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