Sunday, 1 March 2015

Being on the Stage of Life and Fumbling Every Line; Unpracticed, Unassisted and Unprompted

Even when I had all the time and freedom in the world I chose to do nothing. Even with all the money that I'd require to do anything I wanted, still I chose nothing. Hating myself and desperately wanting to die is easier than trying. Easier than putting on airs and socializing. Easier than doing the laundry and the dishes that need drying. There was nothing I wanted more than nothing. Except... except for something.

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