I don't want to be sad.
I keep falling into this emotional pitfall. I want nothing to do with it so I keep fighting.
Somehow fighting seems more exhausting than actually being sad.
Mother trucker.
Don't get me wrong, I'm trying.
I have been batting at interests. I've been trying. I know when it's not sticking.
It's all my fault somehow? I don't feel guilt. I just get sad about things. Most people do too. I wish it didn't bother me this much. I see how stupid and small it is. I don't want to be sad about this kind of stuff.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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