Tomorrow’s a nice word. But I don’t want it to come. I don’t want another tomorrow. For me it’s when. When will I get better. When will it be easier for me to wake up. When. And more importantly why.
Really, I’m just tired. I don’t have anything fancy to say, all I just wanted to say is that I just want to sleep. Just a little longer. Please. I don’t have anything to wake up to anyway. I never had a desire to go anywhere, and maybe that’s why I’m not anywhere now. I still can’t talk to people for longer then five minutes. I need at least five alarms to get up. Just typing this out makes me feel disgusted at how little I’ve progressed.
It’s just my luck that I’m perpetually useless, dead or alive. I feel like life’s an race to the top and I’m the idiot who forgot to bring a ladder. There isn’t anything wrong with the world. I’m just a terribly useless paper weight.
In the end, I’ve decided tomorrow’s out of excuses for me. Hopefully one day, it won’t come 🙂 But of course it will.
Because that’s how all things work right?
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Maybe. But what if it’s all relevant? I’d say there’s a great plenty of people here who don’t have any ladders. We could all use each other. We could use you.