It’s hard to do things when you feel like throwing up.
work work work work work work
I’m so done with being miserable all the fucking time.
GOD WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE???
“maybe if i drink another coffee, i will feel better”
“maybe if i buy myself a new sweater, i will feel better”
“maybe if i get so drunk i can’t see, i will feel better”
“maybe if i sleep for fourteen hours, i will feel better”
Maybe if I eat until I throw up I’ll feel better.
I’m too tired to argue, at this point.
But I’d respect you more if you have the courage to just ask me what it is you want to know. How I’m doing? How I’m feeling/thinking/living? What my life aspirations are? And whether or not there are lingering effects rippling in my life by the stones you threw?
Is it us, or is it you, that are hiding?
I dare you.
To believe in the courage of self conviction (which was never your strong suit) and step out of your comfort zone. Because pacifism doesn’t have to mean apathy. Stop tiptoe-ing and take the damn stage.
Satiate your curiosity.
I fucking dare you.