I'm Andrew.
I'm 18.
I write, and smoke more cigarettes than I'd care to admit.
I live in a fantasy world in my head.
And I don't give an actual fuck.
I love mathematics and all that it has in store.
Direct your attention,
don’t you see,
the walls and floor filled
with everything you’ve desired.
I gave you all that I could,
my heart, my words, my body,
and everything you could
ever need.
I’m still sitting here alone with
my thoughts and cigarettes,
never really achieving that
ease, I so eagerly need.
