These are conversations I have with myself. If I reveal these parts of me to the internet, maybe I won’t feel as alone, maybe someone reading won’t either.
It doesn’t make a difference if I stay in bed all day.
— Of course it does, you could do so much with your life.
No it doesn’t. I’m going to die anyways.
There isn’t any hope left. Any hope we had, it was a lie.
No. It’s the truth.
We all pretend all day.
— It keeps us happy. The truth isn’t always happy.
I want to die.
— Just keep searching for your blog.