Babe, what do you want me to tell you? Things get better? You can handle this? Its not as bad as it seems? Youre just being pessimistic? The world isnt out to get you? When you think back on this in a few years it wont hurt?
Why should I have to tell my people all these cliches when theyre all just lies built and believed to prolong our suffering? Life hasnt shown me otherwise and I havent shown either of that to myself either. But the constant lying when I see no way out, when they see no way out. Its exhausting. Its so fucking exhausting. Im so goddamned exhausted. When does any of it stop? Does it even? Is this all there is in the present and in the foreseeable future? Why should I play the fake optimist when everyone else is fine in their dark little worlds? Who am I even putting up for anymore? Why do i convince myself of these lies? Im so mad at myself and I have no way of taking it out.
Truth is, Im burnt out.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
