Everyday I hate myself a little more. My money bleeds out of my pockets. The smile that rests on my face is forced. The rolls on my body, every time I look, seem bigger. I am not unhappy. Or at least... I don't think so. I could care less but I care very much. Apathy? Disinterest? I am a rock slowly sinking, down, down, down. I feel like I'm nothing but I want to be. Motivation seems hard to come by, if at all. And I am left wanting. Just a little. Just a little more. More.
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