I'm here for your entertainment.
Why do we bother having wants and desires and dreams? Whats the point in it all? A sense of false hope for a better future? Why. Why do we let each day pass by, lying to ourselves about some perfect ending. Nothing is perfect. The end certainly isn’t. The end is cold, harsh. That’s why it’s the end after all.
When I get upset, something inside me shuts off. At times when I know I should be crying, or screaming at the top of my lungs, I do nothing. I simply sit still and absorb the pain and hurt, and do nothing.
Dear Life,
At any given time if you decide to stop spiraling downward please feel free to do so. Because seriously, I can’t take this anymore.
Sincerely, Me
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