I’m just sad. It’s not so much a feeling as it is a state of being. I’m sad all the time because I’m always compelled to resist and do the opposite of what I desire. I desire help, so I suffer in silence. I desire connection, so I keep to myself. I desire a life worth living, so I obsess over my death. I desire something to do, so I do fuck all.
My body is a prison because I overthink everything humanly possible and put too much stock in doing the simplest, most mundane things. I wonder if there is any going back from this. More to the point, am I ever going to be willing?
My body is a prison because I overthink everything humanly possible and put too much stock in doing the simplest, most mundane things. I wonder if there is any going back from this. More to the point, am I ever going to be willing?

