maladjusted, just untrusted, rusted, sometimes brilliant, busted thoughts...

and here I sit
wishing and wanting for a fast forward button
a time machine
a chance to do over
just so
I could feel like I had
a shot in hell
at getting something
right
this time

dressing myself in
armour of alternative rock
dreading the next doctors appointment
what’s the point in all of this

I don’t think
I could hate myself more
if I tried

I hope you all are well.

Cheers,
jj