It's only here that I can say I'm exhausted. I just don't have the guts to tell it to someone in person. It feels more real and there are more repercussions if you do that. There's no such as opening up and will be okay after our tears are shed. It's a fantasy we live in the fictionalized content. Oh, I hate that word content. Devalues works of art. Oh, I hate that word to art it feels too condescending. Basically, I'm like this. Scatterbrain. I don't know where to stand in life. I'm annoyed, stressed, and depressed.
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