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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