i don't need anything, i really don't, i'm not just afraid to, or hesitant to, i don't need: even flirting with old addictions, trying to regain that feeling, the one hundred percent enthusiasm, the wish to be lost in it, but i can't, the thought tires me,
everything tires me. i don't need anything.
i thought i knew what i wanted, but any time i want something, it is just an objection; a way to not want something else. always the one or the other, and i only know how to not want.