Phosphorous 4
Member
- May 21, 2024
- 62
I've slept so much the last two days. In seven hours, I have to get my roommates son up in time for the school bus, feed the dog, and then I am free to go through with it, until about three o'clock, when people begin to come home. It always blows my mind, the depth a person's life can descend to, how sometimes it feels like truly nothing is going correctly. I tried speaking up about all of this, to friends and family only. They always give me that look like I'm admitting to being a serial killer. They know, and they've always known. They want to be able to pretend it isn't real. No one ever checks to see how I'm doing ever. I always ask people how they're doing. If I died in my room, no one would know until the smell of decay reached the hallway. I'm tired of feeling separated from the rest of the world. I don't think I'm gonna get psyched out this time. Enough has to be enough at some point.
