THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
It's getting cold now. I am permanently homesick, but I don't know where for. I'm not done here yet, but I don't know why. I don't know what to do with myself anymore.
Reassess what is important to you
And I hate my job and don't really want to go back to school but I don't know why, I don't know how to spend my time
Kelly is in Paris now and I am lonely all the time
I have created, over time, a very concise image of myself. It is mouldable but exact. When this is derailed by laziness or, more recently, work uniform, I am an actor without costume or props. My hands itch and I don't know what to do.
I am too busy building and living in separate universes to do all this.
The future grows so, so small with reality.