Remember when new, exciting people were dime a dozen and the city didn’t box you in with it’s infinite walls. Remember the house parties when you knew noone. Remember when you knew nothing at all but exactly what you wanted. Remember having a clue. Remember getting angry about being sad not the other way around. Remember BEST FRIENDS MEANS FRIENDS FOREVER and how you don’t know anything or anybody you used to know anymore. Remember hanging on to a feeling your brain couldn’t make by itself anymore by pushing your body to the limit more often than it oughtta be pushed. Remember how it feels to die and live through it. There’s worse things than making it through the hardest times of your life. There’s the expansive nothing that reaches out in all directions for all time and space; possibility. Possibility and what you haven’t achieved. Possibility and all the potential you never lived up to. Nothing feels good anymore.
I am so fucking sad and exhausted by this world let me sleep forever