I imagine every time I fall asleep and wake up, I wake up in a different universe… a mostly the same but slightly different universe. Perhaps something magical will happen in this universe.
Poof! It’s like magic. All my energy and joy just suddenly disappeared.
Is it depression, loneliness or both? I feel like I deserve to be alone as this uncontrollable darkness keeps coming back. Why bother looking for happiness? I don’t deserve it.
I am a well-disguised sink hole. An empty empty heart just waiting for my victim. I will give my all, so much so that a case of suffocation is imminent.
So let’s just watch the hole sink down on its own.
What a sight it will be. Nay, what a sight it will be? Too bad I will never see.
When I say “I tried, but I am not good enough”, I don’t mean I am giving up. No matter the context, it just means I am really really sad about it at the moment, and I am likely tired.
I find hope, always, somehow… It’s almost absurd.