fuck it

nature is calling.
Times like this I just need to get away.
When I am fedup pretending that everything is ok.
Im never busy enough, Im never woman enough, Im never old enough
Im never enough to equate your question.
And you may not even read this, because when you dont have time, there is always time for others who probably matter more.
But hey, they were there before me so may be I should just leave you be.
May be I really do have too much time on my hands
but you dont realise the things you do when that name arises.
It always brings quarelled surprises.

So I get the point.
Maybe your then need is now satisfied.
Maybe your itch has been scratched....

May be my time has ended.
May be I should accept defeat and leave you to live your happy life.
Without additional stress.