Prime steak of chatbox. Virtual interaction. We're in a room, somehow I'm alone.
...What am I talking about?
Am I just, not ready? Things that should have been easy but I don't have the energy to do, things that used to excite me but now makes me feel nothing more than a speck of nostalgia, things that could have been done but I decided to bail on instead.
Moonwalking backwards and proud of it, discomplishment is a virtue.
I used to keep a part of my child self intact within me because I want her to watch me grow into someone she could be proud of, but now I don't know if I could silence her crying. I bet she must be really disappointed.
I thought I was getting better? What's wrong? Is reality finally sinking in? After all this time?
Shoutout to everyone doing anything with their life and succeeding in it. I don't even know if I want to get out of bed this morning. Ungrateful bastard.
