What insights could I give, that you haven't already thought of yourself.
I don't know.
I don't know why we bother.
Last night I cried because I am tired. Bone-weary. Tired of worrying. Tired of everything. Tired of feeling like the world's most hideous person, inside and out.
It's very soul-catching, when you cry like that. There's some part of you that just
breaks
away
I want to stay in bed all day
and tell the whole world to fuck off
I want to tell myself to grow up