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3 years ago
I pretend to be busy. i look around occasionally to see what’s going on and somtimes in my best days, try to immitate what I persumed someone passionate about life would do, and I’m not happy with this pattern. Maybe if I could feel the pain, I could actually do something about it; or if I could feel the joy, it could drive me to something.
this discription is borrowed from someone else. i hope they dont mind.i do not have the energy to compose a discription myself, me.
