Buschemi

I've been around and will be around for as long as it takes, said Buschemi to himself, now it is one of those moments when you wish you were somebody else. Buschemi longed for the days when these kind of matters were far from his mind. Buschemi wished he was the other guy instead of him. Buschemi was tired of being himself, he loathed everything he was, everything he did. Buschemi was drowning in his own being. There was no one else to blame but himself. Once again, life had become dull and pointless. Buschemi wanted her to love him like she loved the other guy. Buschemi wanted her to like him. Buschemi wanted her to want him. Buschemi wanted her to feel something for him, anything at all. Buschemi was wrong again. Buschemi was looking on the outside for the solution to an issue that lay on the inside. Buschemi was doomed but he was yet to learn it.