Lethargy is this tool that prevents me from getting my hopes up.
I'd like to always be doing something meaningful with a group of friends, but it often feels like finding people to match your ever changing moods is a falsehood -an ideal that keeps me believing that by the off chance there are others who experience the same state that I do. Of course, when you're ill-equipped to articulate your feelings to others, it also becomes like a dead-end search.
Life has been downgraded to the constant need to be checking up on people's social feeds. It amplifies the noise in my spirit and the constant flow of tears seem to forge new paths down my cheekbones. You see that? You just made assumptions about what caused my tears, didn't you?
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Into the Wind
General FictionTaylor struggles with decision making. His depth of thinking causes him feel isolated. Having recently stopped his depression medication, he wonders what the underlying cause of his depressive state is and whether he can figure out a way to remedy i...
