In a Manner of Speaking...

I get bored easily, and really, I don't mean to, but I do. I get bored of people, their same faces, their same fears, their same problems every day, but I never get bored of you. I suppose, it's because you reinvent yourself in every way possible, every single day. I see you, and you're someone else, without losing that part of you, that makes you who you are.

I feel like a bad person, sometimes. I would love to stay a little longer, I would love to make everything last, but it's in my nature, and I can't help it, call it a very poor excuse, but's it is what it is. Everyone I've met this days, is the same. They say they're special, they say they're strange, without knowing they're everything but extraordinary. They are just common people, doing nothing great of their lives. And that's when this contradiction comes. If I get bored so easily of that kind of people, why am I becoming one of them?. That means I'm bored of myself and everything

I've become. And that, my lads, is a terrible, terrible feeling.