my days are never effervescent and gleaming like they once were.
day to day, time goes, and passes.
a new year's coming soon.
days bore me as they pass.
there's nothing ever exciting anymore besides myriads of tasks that make my heart skip a beat.
i'm no poet, i'm not exciting.
my days goddamn bore me, and i need a spark.
that's all.
i want to go in the art room and just paint, paint, paint.
- sarahsita
- i don't like to think, but i do. i'm kind of thinking, that well, thinking is what i'm best at. i'm sarah. and i'm alive. p.s.-that's not going to change until i die.
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