The collapse between every moment of realization is fucking legendary.

I don’t believe there will ever be a time when I sleep like a normal person and wake up positive; it takes hours of convincing to maintain any semblance of optimism.
I’m going through these motions towards creating a socially acceptable version of myself, taking lessons in composing, and keeping feelings and thoughts in an imaginary box because it is unnecessary to navigate them- impossible, even.

“You’re the funny one!”
i’mgoingtoripyourfaceoff

And, I apparently exist solely to witness things implode.