The silence is killing me. Not sure what I even want. Existing has become merely a torture tactic of life. Am I whining? Probably. This is the result of feeling completely useless and incompetent.
Sleep. Survive. Try not to offend too many people. Pretend that people actually care enough to feel offended. Repeat. And repeat. And repeat again. Ready to feel alive and smart and independent and even wanted. Somehow there is still hope that all of that could be possible. And so we carry on.
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