THIS-IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
That MY Life! is unbearably doomed.
My LIFE has self-cannibalized,
eating me out of house and home.
It is ALWAYS much worse than you expect it to be,
but I WILL always handle it better!
And I do this, and people come and go.
Their importance varies, and so does their commitment,
but the one thing they always commit to,
is leaving my life.
A few cases switched, but that is mainly
still instigated by the other person somehow.
I am so depressed.
I am unutterable sad.
Sad and doomed.
My life is always going to ****.
I really think that's true.
And I make the best of it.
And someone, somewhere
will absorb this thought and know what I'm talking about.
They will understand and I will feel a little less alone.
Like sometimes I've suddenly entered a dark room.
Sometimes that room for me feels like a closet.
Where I hide away in fear that The Problem will hurt me.
I live in closets,
and big rooms where I am alone,
or the retreat inside my mind
where I am even more alone.
On the contrary,
I do not live on ditches,
or on the side of the road,
or at the "party house".
I live in the walls that surround me
and the creativity that follows me.
In the truth of my writing,
and the world I've built for ME.
This is not epic writing for God's sake.
I write prose.
Amongst other things.
Something that I am working on that I don't want to leaving in the drafts. It will be updated and lengthened several times.