I feel like I'm stuck in a giant black hole. Nothing I can do helps me to get out. I have nothing. I wish I could be little again, and not have to worry, but I do... I barely have the strength to get out of bed. And even then that sometimes doesn't happen. I miss being happy, and having a purpose. I miss just being.
Damnit, what is wrong with me? Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. Never happy always, haunted. You wonder if maybe there is some thing that will snap you out of this reverie. No. No. No. You stay living in the shadows.
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