It’s just what has to be. I See.

I only wanted a chance to try. If it doesn’t exist don’t fucking lie. No one sees value unless they gain, it’s insane, I’m supposed to dance in the rain, not complain, keep my spirits up and believe in the feign. Professional ennui, spiritual lobotomy, take away that identity and expect me to still be, it’s easy, I’ll just believe in my fecundity, practice back-burner gratuity, never express despondency and accept criticism when I’m not even being happy properly. You’ve heard this bore before, the prophecy of the lore plays out once more as I pit absolution against the indifference of their core. Who’s holding whose door? Who supported who more?

What am I still doing this for? We’re all better off if I stop poking the sore.