Each day: you wake up, you are sad and grateful to be alive, you are mostly very distracted, something happens that affects you deeply and no one else can understand what it means to you, no one understands what they mean to you, you ponder the potential of turning that esoteric meaning into art only to concede, you get fucked up, you sober up, you ponder the weight of anything, you ponder the potential for anything you do to matter; it doesn't. You are alone.




I just don't think anyone I know understands how badly I hurt every day.