I feel so empty all the time. I’m avoiding things and scared to face them. I try to skate by doing the least work I can. I’m afraid to live any other way. I’m afraid that trying to work hard will just make me hate life. I just want things to be easy. Why can’t they busy, like they used to be? I’m a broken person (Broken, no longer functioning) I’m so broken… no one can fix me… because… I think I like being broken. I think I want to be broken.
