Uncle Sam

Tired. Tired of this routine. Tired of this sick feeling. Tired of this life. Willing for a total change, but at the same time, attached to all of this. I can't bear to even think of my life apart from what I know today. Apart of my friends, family and also, apart of my depressive thoughts. I know I should be able to explain all this, but I'm not. I love and hate the way my relationships go and the way I handle them. I despise and miss everything I've lost. I worship life. But I'm ready to let go.

Velho.
Emo.
Depressivo.
É... Eu...