I feel as broken waking up today as I did falling asleep yesterday. The pain is so real, yet I am not quite sure what it comes from: this is just the way life feels. This is just the way life has been for as long as I can remember. I want the pain to go away and I don’t need it to be replaced by anything in particular. My brain scans options for me to physically release the pain, though there isn’t many options; I only ever use one. And I will go do it, the thing I have to do, to not feel. And I will feel bad again tomorrow.
And today, like yesterday and tomorrow, I am sad that this is what life is.
We're the wild ones 