There are times where it feels like the world is this big cage that I’m stuck in.
A really fancy, elaborate prison.
And I hate to frame it in this negative, gloomy, pessimistic way, but I want you to know how I feel.
I stood with my head against my wall for a good two minutes contemplating how I left the jail walls of my job to come home to the jail walls of my apartment to go back and repeat it all again tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that.
And don’t get me wrong I don’t ALWAYS feel this way. But right now I really do. So I came here to tell you.
And I guess there’s a part of me that feels the need to justify the fact that I’m not some purely dark soul walking around with this grey filter.
And then I feel bad for justifying myself because it shows that I can’t just say what I feel without fear of your judgement.
As if I couldn’t be human.
As if I couldn’t tell you that I struggle too.
And then I’m over it.
My feelings come and go like a wave.
I get low. I get discouraged.
And then it passes.
And then it comes back.
I guess I’m the fucking weather.