While I was having lunch today I spotted the Ry Hunter lookalike walking in, so naturally I hid behind my burrito until he left

I’m tired of trying to give myself reasons to believe otherwise. It is actually exhausting. To constantly try and make yourself believe, to constantly be told “Things might get better. At some point in time. Definitely. Maybe. Possibly. We don’t know when. Or if at all. ”

I don’t have nearly enough energy. Positivity, can suck my ass. My whole ass. At least for today. And probably tomorrow.

grenzbegriff:

Manchester Orchestra- Trees (Hope)