They Said.

Still Feel As Shit As Ever. With no direction or meaning. No motivation. To lazy. Get bored. To easy. No Good. To Hard. That’s what I want. No its not. I need someone. I want to be alone. I love them so much. I can’t stand then. I want to stay in the country, no the forest, a city?. I love him. No her. I don’t cut. It’s not deep enough. I’m staying sober. Love being drunk. I want to be a postman. No an astronaut. I feel the rush. I can’t remember how this should feel. They said this would get better, They Said They Would Help.