
Grubby
the lost
- Nov 10, 2022
- 7
There are days in my life when I do not want to be happy. I lay in bed aware I could be listening to a song, playing a video game or watching a video. If someone wants to meet up with me (for once in a month or so) I decline the offer. At times I intentionally starve myself knowing fully it won't do me any good nor kill me. Sometimes I fantasize about someone witnessing me in my miserable state and caring for me. It's pathetic.
But fantasy moves ahead and the next day I go on as though the previous day didn't happen.
It's as if I belive I don't deserve to be happy, but it feels right.
But fantasy moves ahead and the next day I go on as though the previous day didn't happen.
It's as if I belive I don't deserve to be happy, but it feels right.