I know a lot of people don't really want to know the answer and I don't want to bother people with my problems as everyone has their own. But this time I needed to make a break in the theater play. She brushed it off and spoke right away about her own issues.
Once upon a time I was not in love with a boy who had an eye the color of the sea & another the color of the sky. Almost a mirror, almost. He was as turbulent as either, & did not like that I remained placid as his storms ensued—but you see, I was not in love with him.
I have been walking, eating well, journaling, trying to make the next day better than the last but everything just fucking sucks and I have no reason to go on anymore. I don't want to die but Im not living.
it's only somewhat recently that i shifted to having multiple drafts that are like DRAFTS. first draft is literally everything poured out onto the page, super lengthy, sometimes a little more intentional but a lot of semi-stream of consciousness writing without care for being