Venting kanpai

[Lavínia]

I'm tired. I'm too tired. I was tired two years ago. I got tired six months ago. I got tired a few hours ago. Will I get more tired? For how long?

I see the choices I made, the fragments and consequences, marked like a burn, eternal in my history. So boring, so disgusting. So pointless. Nothing poetic, nothing encouraging or coherent, just cheap and childish suffering. I raise my imaginary glass, to an imaginary audience, seeking an unattainable understanding, imaginary empathy.
Cheers!

 

[whiskeyblanket]

I, too, raise an imaginary glass in pursuit of the same imaginary things. Tired might be an understatement.

I think this is the first time I've replied to your posts, but you're an incredible writer and I love reading everything you write. Your words pinpoint uncomfortable truths that mine can only awkwardly grasp at.

Thank you for sharing your words. Cheers to you and I hope the unattainable and imaginary may one day be manifest.