Sometimes i think im weird.
I realised I think alot. Maybe too much.

At the end, the thing that keeps me going wasnt you, its me.
I wish I could stay focus. Distractions always cut me off from what I persue.

Appreciate me pls.
I miss.. we were once happy.

P.S I need a drink, a man, or a massage. Or a drunkard massage from a man.