When I hear that word I cringe. I think, life? Well, life sucks. It eats at you piece by piece until you do not recognize yourself. You say to people and to yourself, “I used to be different”
It is true. I used to be different. Despite many obstacles I kept a smile and a positive outlook. I focused on trying to reach the destination of “Better”
Instead, I sit here at 3:30 am wondering what happened to THAT me from before.
THAT me no longer exists and in her place is a sad, angry, and withdrawn woman. I am depressed. There are many reasons why, but the importance is not the why, but the existence of this state of being. What’s worse? Not having anyone to talk to…
I hate life with such a passion.