I know it can’t just be me.
I know that's true.
I know there are others like me.
Those who can’t stand mornings.
Those who shut themselves out.
Those who can’t succeed.
They ask themselves why.
They can’t seem to change.
They’ve given up.
I know there’s others like me.
I also know.
In this dark room, doing nothing, it doesn’t feel like others feel the way you do. It just feels…
Utterly fucking depressing.
Please anything, anyone, distract me from this depressing life of mine.
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