Nonsense
And I'm thinking to myself how important all of this was.
Last year.
I can't believe how important things seemed back then. How important they still do seem but it doesn't matter. Because things like that shouldn't matter.
How I can't type the way I feel anymore. And delete the words that spill from my fingers. And it makes me sad to think I've lost the only thing that made me who I am, the one thing that made me special.
And I have ADD. Because I can't concentrate. Because I can't listen. And I can't look you in the eyes anymore.
I can't help but think of a million different things all at the same moment, and none of matters. And it's just all the same in eternity. 'Cause time defeats and saves everyone. Despite color or religion or gender.
And I think that I need to stop and scratch my acromial because I'm breaking out again.