it is dark down this hole
dark. a part of me is afraid to leave. it cannot fathom that this inescapable was truly escapable the entire time.
i just had. to wait
waiting was never my forte.
i lost my mind that summer. but it wasnt a summer, it was a year, but how can i describe it? fine! it was quarantine. everyone had a bad time in quarantine. i was never special. but i look at others, and they carry it so lightly! how were you only just bored then? did you not lose yourself?
did your world view even shrink? the only place you knew was your apartment that was too small for you? did you forget a little too quickly what your friends looked like?
i dont get it. i simply dont get it. i came out a horrid child that tho ught the world was going to kill them. I look back at those years and i dont see myself.
that was not me. but isnt that just ignoring the problem?