the walk from my apartment to the train tracks has never seemed so fucking long and so fucking cold just bring me to peace my life is nothing more than constant cries of disappointment ive leveraged all my time in hobbies that arent valued and unimportant but still i come i fear myself and i realized that i m stuck in the same place im a manic depressive who spends all his time in a basement in brookline i say i try but what that really means i complain constantly about growing older and dying in my sleep ive given up on almost everything that ive come in contact with recently all that i have going for me is playing games made for kids in their teens i fear myself and i realized that i m stuck in the same place im a manic depressive who spends all his time in a basement in brookline i say i try but what that really means i complain constantly about growing older and dying in my sleep i ll never be anything more than nothing ill draw a card and pass my turn looks like im all tapped out ill throw a bolt into your face thats all i think about nothing ever seems to change whether i want it i always stay the same i keep thinking that something ill do will pull me from this home that keeps pulling me in youre pulling me in