I sort of think I should have had more time to really live life before becoming so sick of it. Like, am I too young to be this disillusioned? I can blame capitalism and trauma all I want, but at the end of the day, I think I just wasn't meant to be useful. When I look to tomorrow, I just get annoyed at all the dishes and laundry to wash and all the social interactions and the self loathing to be done. And yet just a week ago, I had SO MANY plans. Too many. Dreamed too big. When I try to keep myself in check and realistic, I get so unbearably and painfully bored. When I let myself think bigger, I think too big. And everything gets too big. And I'm not. All the caffeine left me the size of a sixth grader.
All these ups and downs are so tiring. If I'm going to be this tired all the time then what's the point of anything.
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