Dear Alternate
If there was a way to explain just how tired i get after social interaction, life would be a whole lot easier. Because then, society would have progressed so far that I wouldn't have to explain to someone in 20 words how absolutely far away I was. That my blank stare into the nothingness of the world was because I was just that tired. Not that anything was particularly wrong with me.
I am so utterly tired of this world.
But in that way that no one ever talks about, you know, the way that people don't want to die but at the same time all they want to do is sleep for the whole day. That way.
"Cuz you gotta survive, gotta survive"
And the world keeps spinning. And the clock will keep ticking. And maybe, I'll get to finally be with friends and not feel the disconnect with others that is as noticeable as a knife in your head.
I'll sleep until then, dreaming of strange clouds and long streets of cotton candy and dark smoke. I'll follow the road like the wizard of oz, eat the biscuits of a enchanted world, and sleep for centuries in a quiet place.
Alternative choice,
#45
YOU ARE READING
Dear Other
Short Storyyep! it's been like, a couple years since i went to AO3? lmao, here this story. it's been on my mind for awhile and I wanted to give it a try! -- it's a one shot book of characters living their lives, but with a twist of strange!
