I came here to write something. A million ideas trickled through my mind as I stared at the keyboard, and nothing stuck. Even he was filtered through without a second glance. I am aching to write something meaningful so so badly. But any possible profundity of anything that crosses my mind is lost completely on my sieve of a consciousness and I’m just left with whatever bits of self hatred don’t make it through.
I’m aware that this is all very depressing, I’m sorry. I just can’t deal with anything right now.
Thank you for being here.