It is scary to me how relevant this is right now. Between response, coming home to a roommate's book destroyed by my dog, and all the work I have no desire to do...yeah.
I just want an escape.
And I know I've said that before.
But I really do.
And I feel like I do not have one.
I don't have an escape from my mundane reality nor from my poisonous thoughts.
That's scary.
No comments:
Post a Comment