listen to me, listen.
i know im not saying anything.
you dont even have to hear me.
but listen, just listen.
please.

i havent written in so long, i dont think i know how anymore.
i dont feel anything, anything worth writing down.
im cold. and im tired. and thats all ive got.
boring, boring.

its almost christmas.
cool.
i should draw, but i dont think i can do that, anymore, either.
so what have i got left?

beats me.