Today I've had a phrase stuck in my head that won't go away.
I don't want to do this anymore.
I don't want to do this anymore.
I don't want to do this anymore.
I'm sitting here on my bedroom floor in the far corner, thinking about the current mantra my mind has chosen for itself and wondering where in the world it came from. Out of nowhere, unexpected. BAM.
I don't want to do this anymore.
I'm half tempted to go look up some really terrible, obnoxious song to replace the phrase my brain is spinning like ticker tape across my mental eye. But all I can think of is "Friday," and that song is a bit too awful for my liking.
Funny. I don't know what I don't want to do anymore.
1 comment:
Life, probably. That's why I like the quarter system.
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