I'm back to all of my old habits, it seems. I'm craving a blade. I'm starving for blood. I'm crying alone and building foundations alone.
I really want to stop being so sad all the time.
I want to stop being anxious.
I hate feeling anxious and regretful.
I'm supposed to be seeking joy.
All I want now is to drink a chocolate milkshake.
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
