sometimes i wonder
By BCManimator
if all of this is even worth working for, or getting up for lately i've found myself ingulfing deeper into the fabrics of my bed. not of comfort, but insecurity. i do no longer wish to reach my goals or take care of the things that need tending to. i have resorted to a shaky pattern of just writing, drawing, and eating. maybe she was right. she IS right, i am lazy. if you looked at me now youd've thought i havent worked a day in my life. maybe i haven't. who knows. i dont. i cannot feel anything, nor can i see. the world has painted me in a grey dull canvas in which i cannot escape.
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