Where do people even get the motivation to get out of bed, to eat, to take a shower, to pay their bills?
I feel so helpless, I just think that someday I’m going to end up staying in bed, losing everything, ending up on the streets, and dying in a cold alley of starvation and emptiness.
Everything makes me nauseous with disgust and exhaustion; relationships are meaningless, food is tasteless, everything is so fucking pointless, and still, despite this horrible perception that has taken hold of me like weeds in a garden, I still get up and do what I do.
That’s the part that irritates me […]