They should have told us all we wouldn’t amount to anything.
That way we wouldn’t be disappointed when we didn’t.
What’s the point in trying?
I feel those slow, sneaking tendrils of apathy slither up my legs and surround my arms and head.
I sit still in my sloth and sense the lethargy shutting my eyes.
I’m sluggish and my mind goes slack.
I’ve struggled and scuffled, and I’m beginning to stray from myself.
and i reopened the wounds today.
sat down on my floor and cried.
life just gets harder from here.