I don’t know what to say really

It's back to running on empty. It's back to that all too familiar gloom, waiting for something/someone unexpected to inspire me once again to get up and dust myself off

Right now, I suppose I live for it.

And to you; you know who you are. Yea, you. Fuck you. I refuse to shoulder any blame without you admitting it too. But I guess what does it matter, huh?

Have a nice life.

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