It's I Don't Know
A concoction of uncertainty and loneliness - it kills whatever that’s inside you. It can’t be understood. It can’t be articulated. One night, you just realize that you’ve been crying for the fifth night in a row. You feel okay and you feel not okay, at the same time. You just don’t know what’s going wrong and what’s not going wrong.
You just means I. Who am I kidding.
I just want to go home. I don't care if it means I'm a loser or a quitter.
I wish I don't care if I was a quitter or not.
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