Sometimes also miserable
The remainder of the time. I’m miserable that I have to be so tired.
Not even chocolate can solve.
I should be happy. I have a lot of things going for me. Correction. Things are going for me. I remember a time when life was completely still. A stagnant pond ideal for the growth of algae and mosquitos, and not much else.
But now that I’m out. I’m out. I’m just always fatigued and unmotivated. Maybe my parents are right. Maybe I am just ungrateful. I don’t know what to do with myself. Correction. I know exactly what to do, but I can’t.
Is this what freedom is?
Just let me die