it would be so much easier if this were the apocalypse or something
i am so sick of the empty void in my chest
i am so frustrated that i stop being enough for everyone in my life
so fucking irritated that i can’t just pick a direction and run after it
the universe should stop crushing me underfoot, thanks
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