Tracks
I’m a temporary person. I’m the person that gets used as character development from greedy people. I’m the one always forgotten. I’m the short lived entertainment. I’m not for the long haul. No one plans a life with me. I’m here to be romanticized or abused or used. That’s it. I see a plethora of happy endings around me. I know that’ll never be me. I’ll be lost to the shadows. Maybe it’s better that way.
The hardest part about walking away from someone is the part where you realize that, no matter how slowly you go, they will never run after you.
“I’m not lazy, I’m just tired. and I don’t mean because I’ve been working hard. Not at all. I’m tired from forcing myself to get out of bed everyday. I’m tired of distracting myself from the thoughts in my brain. I’m tired because all my energy is put to surviving and people don’t understand that because all they see is how unproductive you are.”
— depression is a disease and it’s tiring
