"i figured out/oh well/i'll just live"

something i wrote a long time ago

it's odd that i've reverted back to
some kind of person that i was
in the past

i couldnt give less of a fuck
about my life right now
a day is just a day
and the only reason i enjoy
time going by is knowing that
it's the only chance i have

i like to sit and look at the city
there is a connection somehow
between it's sprawling beauty
and my detestable ability to yearn and remember

god damn i fucking hate myself