I don't know what to say.
I used to have so much to talk about. Some injustice. Some reason to be sad. Or happy. I don't think about much anymore. I lie down and stare at the ceiling. I make people laugh. I make people laugh a lot. I play tricks on my mind. Tricks that make me believe in crushes and make me think maybe i feel something. Tricks don't last forever. I am now a therapist. Someone people like to tell things. I don't have anything to tell anymore. Maybe its a good thing. maybe its a bad thing. maybe it is neither good or bad. I need love.