Crawl back to your comforting hole

I think way too much. Stop imagining things.

I never thought about anything. Guess that's why life was better then.

Woah, what are you doing in my life? Get out. No, not you. You. I'm cutting the problem at the source.

Who knows, it just might be worth it.

But how does one leave if i don't let go?

I can't believe i'm doing this.