I used to have ambitions that I could be who and what I wanted to be, but I I am disoriented. They're is nowhere to be found.
I've been sleeping on the couch with my clothes on, because I can't stand whats dragging me deeper this time. I feel remorse for my own decisions, and I empathise myself as much as you do me.
I'm sorry for the hopelessness, but I just can't change it.
And I know this is apathetic, let it change
Tonight I learnt that everything is a is not what I thought it once was. All I have dreamt of and had all I had aspired to be means nothing to me anymore. Everything I thought I loved is everything I no longer want. I just hope that one day I have something beautiful to look back on.