My Journey To The Weeb Den

Would seven-year-old me be happy? Well I'm looking at you at fortytwo and all I can say is "What happened?" We're not a young adult book. We're not a travel guide. I wanted a sure thing and I got it
When "It'll get better" sounds so patronizing. That quick fix of "I'm going to be something"
I'll drop out of life. I'll turn off all my thoughts. I'm talking to myself but even I can't help
So much for complacency. Your shell doesn't make a difference if you still can't run away
So much for complacency. A million voices keep me awake. Everyone is static