Everything f****** s****. I don’t remember how to be happy and I’m so frustrated at myself for being so sad all the damn time but I don’t know how to feel anything else.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just wish everything was quieter and a little less often and a little less overwhelming, you know?

I wish I could sleep forever. At least that way I wouldn’t have to lug around these heavy chains bound to myself that I don’t know how to get rid of.