Eto

Shit
Long after the original memory's gone
And every thought that may reference to the fogged, but the cluttered messed of the past
And even if you cut it at the root
And even if it changed pain away that I still can't seem to undo now
I will still be here
I will still not give a shit
There are approximately a hundred-thousand words that can be used to describe a person who isn't like you
That is almost and or almost a certainty that there's almost no reference point to cling to
When someone tries to describe a person of that experience specifically but I don't know
I can't pretend to be an expert actually
I'm more like a half interested, cruel-hearted blogger at best to be entirely honest
And with little to nothing to say other than slandered, repeated words
Slipped out by between sarcastically grit teeth and I'm actually trying to frame it nicely here but
To be honest, there's not that much more to say so