grief love death hope loss growth rage whining endless endless whining
I hate it here
I have free floating anxiety today and I feel like weeping for no reason.
I feel terrible all the time.
Any time I start to enjoy myself, I think, of myself and whomever I’m with, “We’re all going to die.”
The only time I don’t feel terrible is when I’m at my job, because I always have too much to do there so I don’t have time to think about how I’m feeling.
The rest of the time, I can’t believe what my life has become.
I hate this city.
I hate this body.
I hate my inability to do anything other than lie around and feel sad when I’m not at work.