I’m not serious about doing anything right now, even though with every day that passes, I swear I get closer and more and more desperate and despondent. I feel like a poser, posting this right now because of that, but every time I write this in my own personal journal, I feel like I’m shouting into a void. I just need someone to hear this right now.
Anyone who knows anything will tell you that I have had a good life. Objectively, I have never wanted for money, for shelter, for food, for love, for intelligence, for beauty, for anything. […]