I'm a tourist of my own life

[sarmatian]

I don’t really live life—I even struggle to wake up in the morning, but I still do.

When I go to sleep, I desperately hope something changes by the next morning:
A text, winning the lottery, maybe the problems I’m having just... disappear.

But nothing changes.

I just move through the pain, discomfort, and uneasiness that is my life.
I’m uneasy about my life.

Sure, a shit ton of things happened to me this year—some good, mostly bad.

I know I have to give it time. Time heals all wounds.

But I’m really fucking tired.
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[Better Call Rope]

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