Oh, you already knew?
I'll just bitch about it anyway.
Some days I go back to bed because there's nothing I want in this world. RT. Like, I want to want to live but I just don't know how.
So it's always me standing by myself the odd one out.
In mental health, in a family setting, at work. I just don't know what to do. Like literally I forgot why we get up everyday.
The answer to that question seems so obvious to some, but to me, it completely escaped my brain and it keeps doing so.
Every time I think I've found a valid reason to get up in the morning, it always fades away.
I wonder is that me or is that bipolar? Well the answer is "who fucking cares?“, just deal with it. Those are my choices. There are a few more if I wanted to push back, but I don't.
