i'm sick

of pretty things
of sexual innuendos
of local kids that pretend to be apathetic
of every single song i've ever heard
of jokes and laughing
of you
of you
of opinions

of lack of opinions
of words
of expressing oneself
of being a human
of relativity
of anybody thinking anything is serious
of anybody thinking everything isn't serious
of stupid goddamn contradictions
of my stupid fucking cat

i'd smile
because i feel fine.
but i'm sick of smiling too.
i'm sick of being sick of anything.
who the fuck are you?