I'm tired yet here I write beneath the bright light of my room too tired to move the trash off my bed writing in hopes others will understand will resonate with me will be happy for some reason, or another I just want everyone to be happy but I know it's not that easy and I wish I knew that when I started out because I wouldn't have painted myself in this corner with no way out now that my mind has had itself firmly planted in that frame of thought...
Anixety and depression is a *****, man. So is trying to make everyone else happy when you can't even make yourself happy.