So Badly
April 23, 2025•87 words
Do I want to wallow in self pity and despair
It feels so good to want to give up
To let go of everything
To forget having to grasp at this endless loop
I want to move to a farm
But at the same time I don’t want to be the person that talks about all of the would-be ideas they had
All of the things that could have been
And be just a piece of shit human
In search of nothing becoming nothing will yield nothing