Wait for a day, Then repeat process Spend my whole life waiting for it to get better
Yet one year later,
Here I am
And I'm still a depressive, edgy, melodramatic, pseudo-poetic *******
Here I am
And it never got better
Don't say that's my fault because it ******* isn't
I don't control the world around me
And I don't even control myself at this point
I'm ending this cycle
I don't want to live my whole life waiting for things to get better
"Go out and make it better!"
It doesn't work that way!
If it did, do you honestly think I would choose this life instead?
God,
One year later and here I am
Still unhappy
Still writing ****** poems
Still isolated (albeit surrounded by people this year..)
What's different?
I discovered the meaning of life
I discovered what it means to be human
I discovered what it means to lose humanity, and realise you never had it
I discovered what it means to love, and what it means to realise you can't
I discovered bad things only ever happen to me!!
I discovered my comfortable first-world life is officially the worst life to ever have been lived ever.
One year later,
And I'm still this way
One year later,
And I'm still a ****
I hate myself but I also hate the fact I hate myself because I don't want to be this ******* way. I'm great!! I deserved to be liked!! By everybody who isn't me, I guess..