It's stupid that I want relationships that last.
Arguably a lot if people want that.
The problem is that
My favourite hobby is burning bridges.
It's not that I mean to, but I find real life so unappealing.
The pain obviously sucks
And it's fun for a while.
Then it all fades.
Becomes boring.
Back to black and white
With little shades of grey.
And I'm shoved back into that seemingly never ending spiral of nerves and apathy.
YOU ARE READING
Deep Thoughts and Hidden Emotions
RandomCouldn't think if a name... Any who these are ranty poems(?) from Me and some may be fan based inspired by a fantasy character so please read. And please give me feed back I would appreciate it...
