I don’t get it. Why can’t I just be ok? I keep sweeping into these states of depression that I can’t seem to escape no matter what I do. I try so hard to make myself better and try to be happy about my life, but the sorrow just creeps up from behind. It sits, heavy in my heart. I’m so desperate for something. Desperation is weak to me though, and it’s not something I want. I’m desperate for summer. I’m desperate for an escape. I’m desperate for full happiness. I’m desperate for something or someone to help me. I’m desperate for an answer that I can’t seem to get.
we're half awake in a fake empire
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