There’s too much anxiety in my country, right now. (I don’t wanna get into politics, but it’s not hard to guess which country it is, ha.)
And it’s not even like I’m particularly affected by these political changes. I live a comfortable middle-class life, I’m not an illegal immigrant, I’m not transgender and so on.
But this past week, nothing has been right.
It’s not a coincidence that there’s been a gnawing feeling at the back of my mind, the single thought that I want to die. Like a soundtrack that plays anytime I stop drowning myself in stupid phone games and fictional universes. Everytime I have to think about reality, I can’t.