I've been feeling old and run-down. My body is young by trade but aged by nature. I'm a hard worker, but also a hard partier. That's the American Dream, though, right?
See, I can say anything I want about my life, about my decisions and actions. I can chew myself out and beat myself up, no problem. I've learned to be easier on myself because what is punishment worth in the end? Nothing.
I can't handle other people telling me I'm crazy, especially when they're a really close friend.
"You're a piece of work"
Well, I suppose I am but fuck, I'm really sensitive.
I'm a piece of female
A piece of loneliness
A piece of forgetfulness
A piece of regret
And a piece of sorrow
So you know, I'm just gonna hang out with myself for a while and figure out how to work on this piece. I'm going to save money so I can travel and visit people I miss. So I can see the south and the east coast. So I can move away and never look back for a second time.
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