I get the notification I’m like oh is it the same thing?
Yes the same thing mixed different for your consuming pleasure
If only there was some personality involved
But it’s just promos
Currently missing work for the third day because a BC Transit bus decided to throw me
Our lives are so different it’s laughable
Here I am trapped in my body, exhausted
There he is shaking his money maker around making the one thing I wanted to make
But I’d have to learn everything by myself
And my voice is as tired as my body
Can’t sing like this
I wonder if he still enjoys singing or if it’s just a thing he does for money now
I wish I could sing
I hate promos
Know their worth to this…
Capitalist wasteland
It’s an odd transformation to go through
Once I realised he had no personality I wondered what exactly I could be in love with and now
If there was a word for my heart is only crying over true loss and my body is only acting like it’s dying because I fell on the bus but I’m doing fine
I’m doing fine and still writing
If you knew how long it took me to write this
So exhausted
But I can stand on my own two feet
I’m fine with being alone
And promos are boring
Maybe I’ll find some other gorgeous human to follow
Not really though, I’m really tired of personas
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