I’m sick of feeling so morose. How am I to crawl out of this melancholy?
aaaand we’re done with the drama. But really. Hate this feeling. Can’t shake it.
…in a constant state of missing the person I was. A year ago. Five years ago. As a child. It doesn’t matter. I’m in a constant state of decline and have an everlasting wish to be the person I used to be.