spacefreightergirl
let it all go
- May 27, 2026
- 65
I don't want to write. I don't want to sing. I don't want to read or listen to music – I don't really care about someone else's thoughts, whatever they are. I don't really want to do anything at all. Any food sounds as bland and boring as the next. Every time I wake up and I realize I have to go through another day I feel a sense of dread drowning me, I would keep my eyes closed forever if I could. I don't want to do anything now and I don't want to achieve anything in the future. I know I will never accomplish anything because my brain wasn't made for that. I wish I could just rot into my bed.