Thinking About You

Thinking about the future. Thinking about that boy. Thinking about an assignment. Thinking about practice. Thinking about me. Thinking about anything. Thinking about everything.

I just don't stop. And I let my self sit here and cry over my thoughts. I don't know why.

I feel like an empty person. I'm forced and false.

Waiting for the day that my thoughts and feelings actually evolve into reality.