Intro: Ennui
Emma Copp
I try to write about things that matter, but mostly I just write about boys
I cry when I do the thing I always knew would be the wrong choice
I beg to be taken seriously from the floor of a shoebox sized room
And in spite of it all I still believe that the dream I wish could come true
I want everything, and by everything I mean five different, contradicting futures
I want every spring so bad I spend winters making cuts with no sutures
I don't do much for the good of my fellow man or woman
I'm not sure that I believe that I'm doing the best that I can