Craving ease and comfort, without much concern about how it’s delivered...
Or...
Feeling so much anxiety and discomfort, and it looks insurmountable, and I want to scream a primal scream, and I wish I could just die, and I’m floored by the amount of self-harm that I would voluntarily bring into my life, and...
Everything’s not alright.
Fucking triggered by mundane shit.
Retreating under my bed covers, because I don’t want to “man up” and stoically face the world and the mess I seem to be, in it.
Although, I will try to get up, again, at 11... because work is a refuge.
So, why post on Facebook? Why, indeed?
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