Whenever people say that I always find it funny.
When your life constantly throws you garbage after garbage and you sit completly powerless as the seams rip and tear around you.
Just waiting for things to happen or clear out.
Just waiting for time.
Just constantly in the limbo between is my life just going to explode or get better?
When the fuck does this shit start coming together because I spent (almost) the entirety of my 20s' being cooped up and miserable with myself and my choices. Now I am still miserable and trying to change and fix things with seemingly no luck.
And on top of that I am broke.
I can't go out to eat or do fun things with people.
Everyone wants to stay at home and have you come to them always.
And even then, my depression apartment is a joke and a fucking mess.
I just miss having friends that gave an actual shit and didn't just act like your friend on the faceless internet or when I had something they wanted.
I have nothing but me and that clearly isn't enough.
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