"hey - lydi, got a light?" "literally, metaphorically, or spiritually? because i have none." "that's a bit gloomy, don't you think?" "it's punk rock."

Upon entering the possibility that my total life is a waste of time, I begin to sink into the reality that the only thing that could possibly make it worth living is breaking away from me. from myself and life around me that contains what i know to be me. im fed up with every thought being about how I should look or act. I guess that's why I did it. broke away.