I'm not really bothered by much right now.
I wake up, I go to work, I have interviews,
I run, I breathe hard, I fuck a lot, I drink too much, I don't smoke,
but I do swear, I take pictures when I feel like it,
I steal music, I eat chocolate for breakfast, I light candles just to watch them burn out,
I turn lights on so it feels like daytime,
I call my mother, I plan trips, I read books in French to remind myself how,
I watch the season shift into Spring,
I fall in love with every man I see,
I whisper secrets into the cat's ear,
I have driving lessons, and I still cry at sad movies.
But, apart from all of that, I'm just not interested.