Lethologica
In my head there is this obnoxiously overly wordy and drawn out piece of writing that sheds light on everything in my life. I can't get that to come out - I can't even say I understand what's going on myself. There are many things I can't word as of late. Rather than look for some unnecessarily large word and sophisticated way of wording all of these thoughts, let's try the opposite:
Thank you. You always stick around when most people stop listening.
I'm stressed. I feel ready to quit everything.
I'm lonely.
I'm lost. I have no idea where I'm going.
I'm sorry. No one but me should have to deal with this.
I think I have enough energy to still fake a smile for everyone; I'll keep it up.
Thank you. You always stick around when most people stop listening.
I'm stressed. I feel ready to quit everything.
I'm lonely.
I'm lost. I have no idea where I'm going.
I'm sorry. No one but me should have to deal with this.
I think I have enough energy to still fake a smile for everyone; I'll keep it up.