My life is an endless stream of useless themes and stupid dreams but no matter how disheartened I get I still seem to hold on steam, I keep pushing and chugging on waiting for the day I'm gone, but I push to get my life in order but when it comes to getting the job done I never seem to cross that border, Instead of physical im an emotional hoarder to scared to really let go, I'm afraid of what would happen if I chose another road but the one I'm on doesn't go on for long, so I must make a turn but the idea of that makes my stomach churn, it's a horrible sensation it truly burns but what's worse is the thought of me being so young and ending up in a urn
