Sitting down in a pink, awkwardly-shaped beanbag chair,
Computer on my lap,
Phone and heater next to me,
And I feel inspiration-less.
Discouraging.
Extremely.
I went to Ann Arbor earlier.
But it was different,
It felt lonely.
There weren’t many people walking around,
(It was freezing cold, and a Sunday..)
Not to mention, you weren’t there.
It’s different when you’re not there.
Ann Arbor is our city,
Maybe that makes sense,
Maybe it doesn’t.
But it doesn’t feel right when you’re not there.
I know I shouldn’t want you to be there,
But I do.
And now I’m ranting. Sorry.
I just wish things were different.
I know I can say that a million times,
But nothing will change.
Things only change when I force them to.
Or mess up.
I’m really good at messing up.
New year, New me?
No.
Same problems.
Same life.
Same me.
Will this year be the same as last year?
Will I still be stuck in between, indecisive?
There’s nothing to be indecisive about anymore,
I made a choice,
And now it’s a matter of sticking to it or giving in.
Have I ever really stuck to anything?
Answer: No. Not really.
Maybe guard, but I don’t think that really counts.
Well I guess this is where I'll end it.
Maybe I'll come up with something more enjoyable to read later.
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