it's a bit trickier everyday to walk through those automatic doors and pretend that I actually give a shit about what food you are putting in your basket or weather you need help finding something.
I am tired of being poor.
I think it's got me depressed.
I don't feel creative or inspired
There in no life in words when you don't thrive
I just come here hoping to poop out something to jumpstart myself and
It doesn't work.
