go on

i get a little bit too gone. i go for too long. i'm 20 now. somehow lived 2 decades. too young still. too old now.

instead of breaking down i break it down. last night i wiggled my way from Its grips with the power of starting another portion of my manifesto. if i keep my mind occupied, there's no time to cry.

all i want is you. i honestly don't know how much more of this i'd do if i had you with me. it all just kinda feels like a means to an end, and you're the end. i'm sure i'd still have things to say, so it wouldn't be the total end, but it'd be close enough. i'd dry up a little more than usual.

i just want to be finished. so slow. weights on my legs when i'm breaking the stage. no patience. all work and no play make jack a very frustrated boy since i can barely see the progress. word counts ain't nothing but a number.

goal: him.

plan: man.

hope: soon.

sighing face.

i just want it to be over. come over. come over soon.