You built it yourself
That self righteous safety net
Caged alone but right
How do you feel now
Stuck in your designed prison
BlahhhApparently I am comfortable in my limbo of self loathing and miserable apathy devoid of motivation while starving for substance from my dry well of creativity and purpose.Blahhh by *Zilenna
But I'm not.
Comfortable, that is.
My skin is too tight and I can feel my hair growing and smell my breath and body and both turn me off and the Prozac is probably the only reason I can make conversation without crying and Hydroxycut keeps me out of bed during normal waking hours but I still sleep and drink too much and the memory lane optimistic rose tinted fantasy land I live in is growing grey and yet I am so scared to do anything to alter my perspective.
Afraid and lazy, let's be honest here. Stepping left would take effort, yes. Effort and an unpredictable amount of upkeep. The devil you know is still better than the devil you don't, right?
The devil I know looks at me in the mirror with alternating faces of phony, forced, and yes real smiles and 'why can't you just do anything' disgust and pity.
Life is a proce