Everything seems boring right now.
Jose, typical 20 year old. Proud Atheist. Lazy college student. I may go on a rant about absolute nonsense. Thrash will never die! Questions? Comments? Amuse me.
Why must I have doubts in my head?
What sorts of things have I gone through that just implants them in my mind?
There are some people I start wondering about, but eventually it narrows down to one.
What are my thoughts on you? A friend, what?
I don’t talk to you from time to time, mainly through my cowardice.
And then you talk to me, but I don’t know how to feel.
Should I be happy?
When I sit in silence and darkness, I really start to think.
Instinct of fear, hoping that nothing is in the dark.
As if something were to get me.
I’m wrong most of the time, never really right about anything.
And when I’m not, it doesn’t make me content.
It only adds to disappointment.
Geez, what really is wrong with me all of a sudden?
