Yesterday, I wanted to throw out the despair. Out the window and return to my blissful dissatisfaction. It feels like I am at a large door, banging my fists at the splintering wood. Let me in! I yell, but not loud enough. Social anxiety squashes my vocals…but I can\’t break the volume.
It\’s frustrating.
I rolled over and his eyes were shut, almost as if he didn\’t want the world to enter.
Is this how I will be in a few months? Sullen, accepting the world as is? Because the world kills and doesn\’t care?
I suggested we escape to LBP. A land where if we fail, we return to the last safe point. A happy sound when we jump again. Because we don\’t die in that world.