I have wasted 17 years of my life doing absolutely nothing. I'm nothing more than the next white stripe on the road. I'm the neighbor that won't shut up when you're trying to sleep. I'm the mustard stain on your wedding dress. I'm the E on your gas meter. I'm the alarm clock that never went off because you accidently set to PM and not AM. I'm the nasty side effect to your prescriptions. I'm your declined Visa. I'm your incorrect order from the drive-thru. I'm your terrifying father in-law. I'm your dead gold fish, floating at the top of tank. I'm your cigarette when you're trying so desperately to quit. I'm the note that keeps sticking out of your scales.

I lie to myself so much that I don't know who to believe anymore. I can't ever be honest with myself because I can't take myself seriously. Hope is just another excuse to forget what's important. I'm a hyrpocrite and a slack. I've lost my ability to focus. Everything is a blur and I'm constantly out of breath. I burn up and my chest tightens up. Everything has become a light flare in the background. I'm so eager to see what awaits that I lose the ability to even think beforehand. It's like part-time ADD.

I have nothing but boundless love for people and things that don't exist. However, I could always just apply these to whatever is closest. It's pathetic. What happened?

Fuck.

I'm sorry for all the oxygen I take away from you.