My back hurts from sitting this way for so long, I am so tired of looking at this and reading that, all is the same anyways, learning is overrated, and drinking is too often a habit I turn to after a long day. Don’t look into my eyes, for their redness reflects my inebriation, a long drawn fact I try so hard to hide, but truth be told, my eyes expose all that I hide. I can’t see straight without a drug inside of me, I listen for a divine intervention and hear the sounds of people laughing and calling my name, carelessly they grab me from my concentration and bring me back to this state I’ve always known, a state I was born into and will surely die from.
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