I opened up an old ripped up notebook where I’ve scribbled all the things I’d prefer no one to read, and I opened up to:
how to win without bombing…
-which isn’t a dilemma I really remember encountering…
how to win without sinking?
where to go without falling?
how to be real and not be sad?
how to create things without destroying everything?
whyismylifefeelingsomundanebutthethreatoffallingthroughthefloorboardsintoabyssfeels so real
I am super frustrated with this human, I don’t really know what to do with this human, but I guess I’ll keep being this human.
WHY AM I SO TIRED ALL OF THE TIME!?