I wanna do something with my life.
I’m sick and tired of the fun and drinking.
The good feelings.
The bad feelings.
They tire me.
I want to change the world.
I don’t want to change the world.
I’m the miserable contradiction of 6 billion years of evolution.
It took 6 fucking billion years for this.
I think it’s not good enough.
I don’t want to change the world and the people who do
bless their heart for trying.
I don’t wanna change the world.
Only misery makes you grow.
Imagine all life would be fun.
No one would learn.
No one would evolve.
I want to feel miserable to feel great-
I want to vomit.
I want to cry.
I want to be totally enlightened,
at least before I die.
1 second would be sufficient.
Years of life.
Seconds of death.
I hope I didn’t miss all the fun.
I’m trying real hard.
To make everyday a joyride.
But sometimes in the middle of the night it haunts me.
I might die without having seen it all.
I might die without fully enjoying it all.
And that’s fine in a weird way.
Imagine all the people would.
No worries, no pain, no fun.