What the hell is wrong with me? I used to get excited about things. Now the only thing that gets a rise outta me is "When's my next drink?" Besides the obvious alcoholism problems there, I also have no passion about anything. None. Zero. Zip. Zilch. I write music just for the sake of writing, not because I enjoy. I hate my job, but to my best understanding, this can be said of everyone. Pretty much. I dunno. I would just really like something to make me feel alive. Just once.
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Actually, you might wanna skip the rest and just play with fire. It's fun.