A Wasteland Inside Myself
by Noise Pollution
I feel pretty pathetic most of the time. I don’t think I lead a fulfilling life, and I think it’s entirely my own fault. Like, there’s a million things I could do to make it better, but I just… don’t. I don’t do any of the things that I’m supposed to do, and I quit doing what I wasn’t supposed to, so I’m now stuck in limbo between the two. Suffice to say, It’s not the best feeling in the world.
Every day that slips by me is a day that I know I could have spent progressing, but I didn’t. I watch time pass. I watch the sun set over and over again. I watch myself age, and I’m somehow still the same. I changed a lot a year ago, but since then, I’ve done nothing.
As it stands now, I am a waste of space.