u/ElInspectorDeChichis

It's hard to be sympathetic when you don't even want to try. Really, the prospect of choosing life makes me sigh. It's an unpleasant thought. I think about the future, not even a year from now, not even three months. Four weeks. It's a black screen. I really don't want to do anything at all. I don't have a dream. If I could just fall asleep and wake up in December, when every room feels smaller and the air makes you feel alive. I'm not disabled. I don't get an excuse. I just don't feel like doing anything. So much so that I'd rather die in my sleep than fight for a life I don't enjoy.