{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: career day

what?

what do you need me to do?

what should I do?

honey, I swear, if you gave me the ice to crunch and gnaw between my sensitive teeth, I'd have chewed until my mouth went numb of discussion and then you'd just say all the things I should say instead.

I'd have spilled my sea- green nail polish over my wanderlust dreams with an unintentional nudge of my pinky toe and cursed from hell and back. then you'd, being the wise and experienced, scold me to the very back of God, and ironed out my wistful fantasies with a slap of reality. and I'd have let you shove me in the way in which I should go because I believe that the low strum of my guitar, the very coarse whispers of melodies that slip past my half- sealed lips were the things I needed less. I know you want me to survive the conniving place we call the world, not so much earth just the people in it?

I don't need money for the sake of my sanity.

But I need money to survive, right? right?

Tell me what I need to do?

You say I don't know what I want

I really don't. honestly, I don't.

We're both frustrated

because you want me to want something I don't want.

So, what?

what do you need me to do?

what should I do?

For Lord know's science class is a bore.

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i'm sorry for wasting your time reading this, idk what this is really. i just... i wish someone could tell me what to love because apparently without a high salary, dreams ain't shit.