It helps me feel better about myself by putting my emotions into terms that everyone will understand, for example:
My life is like a joke with no punchline. Maybe more like I’m telling the joke, and I forgot the punchline, so now we’re both sitting here awkwardly trying not to feel too bad for me. It probably wasn’t even that funny anyway.
My life is like a poorly written sitcom that only lasted for a season because no one could emotionally connect with the main character. Almost like there was no budget— And it’s just me, sitting in front of a camera screaming.
My life is like going to get a steak and cheese, hold the mushrooms, and not only are there mushrooms, but they’re cooked into the meat so you can’t even take them out. Alright, maybe my life isn’t that bad.
I don’t know how to say that I can’t get up in the morning. That I am Jesus, my demons are his disciples, and this bed my cross— I am nailed to it. Instead I tell you that everyday feels like a Monday, even the weekends.
I’m not great at anything, but if I was to pick my biggest accomplishment, it would be that no one knows when I’m joking anymore. I just hope that when it’s my time to go, i’ll be forgiven for making it so hard to know me.