I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
“I’m not lazy, I’m just tired. and I don’t mean because I’ve been working hard. Not at all. I’m tired from forcing myself to get out of bed everyday. I’m tired of distracting myself from the thoughts in my brain. I’m tired because all my energy is put to surviving and people don’t understand that because all they see is how unproductive you are.”
