Now seriously what am I more than an anxious mass of existence
A bundle of anxiety drifting through life with no clear purpose or direction
Having a dream feels nice
The fear of not being able to achieve it doesn't feel very nice
The fear of not being able to achieve it doesn't feel very nice
The only person who doesn't get freaked out when I gaze upon the void is my dad
He just looks at my wide-staring eyes and sighs
Is there even any valid reactions or feelings
"Oh no a bad thing happened"
So? I mean another will happen soon I can assure you
So? I mean another will happen soon I can assure you
how am I supposed to react?
What am I supposed to feel?
What am I supposed to feel?