Watching movies I have yet to see (space balls)
Moving only slightly causing my ankles, knees and hips crack pop and snap.

Everything feels like a repeat
Being left at home while my family goes shopping
(there was literally no space for me)
And wanting to kill my mom

With nothing to write but angst and drama.
And every time I attempt it
It all turns out like utter crap
That doesn’t do my thoughts and feelings justice.

The things I wish for seeming
ungraspable, needy and indecent
So most likely it will be years and years before I can actually achieve them.

My hopes and dreams for my future
Seem more and more impossible with every day.

I’m drowning in things that are out of my control.
Things no one listens to me about anything
And they seem rather trivial to begin with.

Maybe this is utter crap as well,
Just like the last thing I wrote and deleted
But I don’t give a crap anymore,
Does anyone really care?