This

I... y'know, every once in a while, I write something I can't explain. It's a mood thing. There's little relevant here, but... eh, whatever. It feels like it echoes through a lot of things that are going on right now.


This

I don't want to do this.
I'm tired. I'm so tired.
The words are uninspired.
I don't want to do this.
Tired. I don't want this.
Force the act, for what?
It's useless. In a rut.
Tired. I don't want this.
It hurts me to do this.
Nothing makes the cut.
Nothing is required.
Done. Now seal it shut.
Forget what's transpired.
I didn't want to do this.