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apathy

by parker-blackwood

What shall it be called when one knows they are failing oneself? when the simple decision to succeed is the only thing lying between the fear of failure has been replaced with the fear of fortune and good will Because, where will the reasons for being the way you are go? when succession is upon us It is as if you set out, one day last week, to be the person you have always resented Sleeping all day, staring at a screen all night and getting nothing done in dreams or real life With sleep you are met with only nightmares, yet you'd rather be there than here And your wakefulness only brings about regret for the hours that you spent in your bed so you sleep again to hope that a new day will erase the problems of yesterday but instead you bring the problems of today into tomorrow a never-ending cycle that spins round and round until you're overwhelmed or you don't give two shits about the person you once were or have become
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parker-blackwood
Published
Feb 24, 2020
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i didn't think my depression was back, but it most definitely is

it has taken on new form, and fooled me for quite some time

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#indifferent#depressed#hopeless#sad
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