WHy

My soul is torn, right down the middle.
Life pours from it, soaking everything in proximity.
This explains the fatigue, the lack of desire or direction;
the thin feeling, stretched.
Does time really pass this quickly?
Where did yesterday go. I won't think about today until tomorrow;
terrible cycle.

I want someone to miss me when I'm gone. And I am gone, don't you doubt it.
This world wouldn't be half so lonely with a girl.. That's all I've ever wanted.
But I've run out of chances, the universe is cruel.
Its time for others now, I've had my shots.

Now I have a choice. The apartment. Parties, debauched lifestyle, honest friendship, camaraderie, superficial girlfriend.
Or, live somewhere else. Be the good Christian, it will take time to find others, others may not want me, possible genuine girlfriend(hah).

I wish I had a magic 8 ball.