I'm shaming myself with words like,
"You shouldn't be stressed out about this. The tasks before you are small potatoes. It's all just first world issues."
I'm trying to minimize - fuck, three tries to spell the word minimize and my mind casts up the spectre of alzheimer's.
I think I'm falling apart in old age, because I can't sustain the level of effort that I used to do, effortlessly.
So, I crave death because I fear a lot of future failures.
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