quit you

I’ve recently discovered that the thing is, we’ve got ourselves all wrong. I felt like a genius, just then, and slowly realised how much effort would go into proving it. So maybe we can’t be bothered.

So it’s sort of a hopeless state of having to be where you don’t want to be, it’s dystopian dysfunction and you’ve understood that, but when you did, you had to turn in your hope in exchange for nothing. But I mean, it’s not all doom and gloom, right? Right?

I think that’s why you’ve always proved me wrong. When everyone else is crazy, so are you, but you’ve always been the only one to make any sense.