we're all wasted
I dream I'm floating on the surface of my own life. Watching it unfold. Observing it. I'm the outsider looking in:- People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That's my burden, I guess.
- me: ignores responsibilities and goes on internet
- person: hey wanna hang out
- thoughts: omfg how do i get myself out of this
