
SomewhereAlongThe
So where's the bus stop?
- May 17, 2024
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People are naturally so hopeful, but I wish they wouldn't be hopeful towards me.
I've lost all hope, and I don't try anymore unless it's building an exit bag.
I feel so much hopelessness and nothing will help me, I don't want help, I want someone who just gets it.
Someone who knows there's no peace or place where I belong in sight. Someone who wishes me farewell, because they get it.
It's a painful place, we only get one life, one life, and my life is wasted because my genetics are poor.
Everybody seems to have something, anything they are good at but I have nothing I am good at.
I cannot pursue my passions because I lack the raw ability to.
No amount of practice or handwork will change that.
The only thing that's worked out for me is putting together an exit bag.
I've lost all hope, and I don't try anymore unless it's building an exit bag.
I feel so much hopelessness and nothing will help me, I don't want help, I want someone who just gets it.
Someone who knows there's no peace or place where I belong in sight. Someone who wishes me farewell, because they get it.
It's a painful place, we only get one life, one life, and my life is wasted because my genetics are poor.
Everybody seems to have something, anything they are good at but I have nothing I am good at.
I cannot pursue my passions because I lack the raw ability to.
No amount of practice or handwork will change that.
The only thing that's worked out for me is putting together an exit bag.