~Sami-Lee

Nothing works. Everything is a fucking broken piece of shit. And you can’t return it. You can’t trade it in for a new one, or get a refund. You can’t go back, you can’t take it back and it never fucking works.

I swear, sometimes I feel invisible. Other times I wish I were. I truly want to just stop time and sit. And think. Alone. I’m never alone. Yet I’m always, resoundingly, alone. When is the time going to come when something fucking works.

The truth is, when it comes down to it, we never really have what we want, we’re always still chasing something. People come and go in our lives, and each of them have their own endearing qualities, some what we need, some not, some what we want, others what we could only dream of. But there’s always something missing. Something.

And that missing piece is the key. The magical, mystical key. I dunno what the key unlocks. I’ve never had it. Maybe one day. Maybe never. Maybe I’m just along for the ride. Maybe I’m only here for a preview of something better. Maybe there is nothing better. Maybe is an annoying word.

I think that this is right.

But who knows? It could be left.