Generally things in that sense are okay. I dont have nearly as much money as I would like, but I grew up dirt poor so I'm kind of acclimated to it. What I haven't been able to gain back is a single friendship or romantic relationship. I'm alone all the time.
Two big and should be relieving things happened this week but I feel absolutely nothing inside. I dunno if everything in me finally just broke and "dead inside" has officially been achieved, or if the relief just unlocked a release of stored stress so I'm just utterly wiped out.
Time is shifting your face, blending all your ages that I have in my collection, from young man to old, they’re now all present in front of me in a hazed fragile fractal. You have passed, and time has pressed on. Suspended. On this bridge. In a London park.