Good Grief I could sit here and write about misery. I could write all about how I lack motivation for anything anymore or about how I never make an effort for anything. I could write about my #depression and anxieties and all those lovely things. I could write about how nothing has meaning anymore, and no one cares about anything. I could write about my heart breaks and back aches. My lost emotions and lack of devotion. My troubling worries and the reason I hurry. I could write about my pains and sorrow and how I dread every tomorrow. I could write about all my grief, and make it everything but brief. I could. But honestly, What's the point?

Love is like a sour patch kid, except it's sweet, sour, and then gone.

"What's been bothering you?" What's been bothering me? What has been bothering me... What hasn't been bothering me? Everything has been bothering me. Everything and everyone. The fact that I can't find the effort to get out of bed has been bothering me. The fact that I never want to see people anymore has been bothering me. The fact that... every time there's an opportunity to get out of the house and go outside... someone ruins it for me. Whether my mother says no, the person cancels their plans, or they just ditch me. It bothers me. It bothers me to know, that my #life could possibly just end up with me waiting for everything. Waiting for warm weather to go outside. Waiting for school to talk to people. Waiting for an opportune moment to say what I feel. Waiting for things that will never come on their own. Waiting for my #life to begin. Waiting until I cannot be bothered any longer. I'm bothered by waiting. I'm bothered by myself.

My room stays as messy as my thoughts. Once I find the strength and energy, Only then will it be clean.

please? may we vow to start using this again @taffy01? I really want to read more of your writing, and it'll be just like old times.