Melancholy seeps through my pores, Dreading coming back to normal life. Exhaustion feels like such a minor thing, Along side this low I’m feeling.
I’m sick of how I feel inside, I want to be doing this for a long time.
The only thing wrong with those two days, Was that we had to drive back south. Normality is something I don’t want to follow anymore. I miss all the friends I made, Don’t know when I’ll see them again.