Give me a reason to care anymore, and I'll give you a dollar.
If nothing else, I've gone mad, for I cannot recall the last time I breathed.
Is it but a curse to be so bright and not able to apply it to school?
Or am I able-bodied and simply lazy?
The bowl that formerly contained my ice cream sits beside me, teasingly.
Though I know I don't actually want anymore, the concept of a distraction sounds inevitably wonderful.
So many thoughts, you'd think I've gone insane.
Of course the mere idea of insanity within itself could be insane.
I cannot stay inside the lines, for it is presently too dark to see them.
Story of my life, no?
