“For she had embodied the Great Perhaps - she had proved to me that it was worth it to leave behind my minor life for grander maybes, and now she was gone and with her my faith in perhaps.”
I’m so tired of crying all the time; literally once or twice a day. Of feeling like my grip on reality is slipping. I’m sick of feeling like nothing is getting better. I’ve been told so many fucking times in the past year that things are going to get so much better. So when is that going to happen?
I guess that’s why I’ve become such a recluse lately. The human race only disappoints.
#personal
