im a complete waste.
ive sacrificied the day to favor the night.
twilight is the eternal state during my waking hours, thanks to the cold glow of neon.
im inert. time isnt spent, it just passes.
im on holiday.
so fuck it.
its nice in its own way. i have the rest of my life to be occupied, for now i just want to be free of everything. when else will i be able to be like this anyway.
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streams of consciousness monologues as told to the empty space that should be occupied by a person.
