…it’s easy to say that one hates everything that encompasses them - but it’s the only way to describe any wheels turning. I can’t stay like this. It must be something further than hating my body, face, skin, hair, self (all being), personality. Something had to of happened…. Although I can’t grasp what and when. And it’s eating me apart.
Not like the world cares to hear my useless nothings… But I’m bored as I trot along. I’m walking to work. Slowly. As I awoke extra early in hopes I wouldn’t have to rush.
I hate rushing.
Although I feel it’s the pace of my coexistence.
Lately I have been having a hard time with who I am. Woe is me. I know, I know…