I wonder where I'll be in the future, as of the moment I am just sitting here writing nonsensical things and or having a crisis over useless things. I hope the future me is a lot more hopeful than I, I honestly believe the future holds nothing too important for me. I feel like all of my dreams are somewhat crushed most of the time, you get killed for dreaming it feels like. When all is lost, I sit there, wishing it'll just magically get better? That doesn't work obviously, I need to work on me like most others but I when I feel happy it has a huge curve. I remember once I was at an event for my birthday, surrounded by people and I still felt alone and empty. On the rare occasion I enjoy something, my brain just goes "No, this can't be." then turns off my emotions to be nothing more than an empty hall. The corridors in my head are in a constant state of panic almost trying to keep things under control and like the Titanic, it's an overreaction that sets me up to fail.
This spiraled into one of my vent sessions which will reach no one, sorry.
- Unfortunately SwanÂ
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