When September Ends.
I recently posted about the fact that I find 80 or so percent of my life painful or unfulfilling. My inability to get out of bed for any reason continues to make me wonder why I'm still alive.
Even the very good things are floating in a sea of sadness.
I wish I was a little bit worse of a person. Then at least I could get some of what I want through guilt.
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